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All To Ourselves

This is my first Buck x Reader x Tommy fic based on an anon request. I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

I'm very sorry to the anon that requested this that it took me so long to write this for you but I suddenly felt inspired to finish it.

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Summary: While Buck and Tommy are at work, (Y/n) takes the kids to the park. But when the neighbour strikes up a conversation and makes (Y/n) insecure, the boys try and make her feel better.

Enjoy.

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"Are we ready?" Turning on her heels, (Y/n) looked across at the twins and smiled as she pointed towards their shoes. If they were going out, they needed to put their shoes on.

Her eyes landed on her two year old who slowly padded across to her with a teddy tucked under her arm and her hands stretched out towards (Y/n). Obliging, (Y/n) leaned down and scooped Minnie up into her arms and sat her on her hip. She cradled the back of Minnie's head and kissed her temple as the toddler sniffled and cuddled up into the embrace.

"Where's daddy?"

Minnie nudged her head against (Y/n)'s neck and quietly started chewing on the ear of the teddy she was cuddling until (Y/n) pressed her pacifier to her lips instead.

"Daddy and papa are at work today." Evan had been on the night shift last night and would be home sometime this evening, and Tommy had left this morning for his day shift. Hopefully they would be home around the same time.

(Y/n) knew Minnie had been disheartened when she woke up from a nap and realised Tommy had vanished.

The two year old head gone to sleep lying on Tommy's chest in the living room and had woken up in her bed upstairs. She wasn't feeling very well, she had a cough that kept her up during the night but when she fell asleep on him, Tommy didn't have the heart to wake her to tell her he had to go to work. Not when Minnie hadn't gotten much sleep during the night and he knew a nap would make her feel better.

With Minnie on her hip, (Y/n) looked over at the twins who finished putting their shoes on and moved to wait by the door.

"Shall we go to the park?"

Daisy and Delilah nodded eagerly, moving to stand by the push chair (Y/n) had gotten ready at the door.

"Come on, you'll feel better when we go out." (Y/n) murmured softly and knelt down so she could strap Minnie into the push chair.

Wriggling around, Minnie brought her teddy up to her face and nuzzled her nose against it, biting down on her pacifier as she closed her eyes. If she went for another nap (Y/n) knew it would do her some good, but she had a feeling when she got to the park she would liven up a little.

Both twins held onto the pram, standing on either side of (Y/n) as they made their way out the house and started their walk towards the park.

It didn't take long for the four of them to reach the park and by the time they got there, (Y/n) leaned over the pram and realised Minnie had woken up. All the different, familiar sounds had caught her attention and curiosity got the better of her, preventing a nap from taking place.

Just as (Y/n) bent down in front of the pram and reached out for Minnie, the two year old started to wriggle around and she waved one hand up to point into the air.

"Daddy."

Twisting to look over her shoulder, (Y/n) glanced up to see what Minnie was pointing at. A smile graced her lips when she realised the toddler was pointing to a passing helicopter flying overhead.

"It might be, baby, I don't know." She pressed a kiss to Minnie's temple and got her out the pram so they could go and play.

Any helicopter that the girls spotted, they automatically thought that it would be Tommy flying them. Likewise, if they spotted a fire truck they thought Evan would be inside. They didn't take note of the numbers plastered on the side of the truck, they just waved and grinned madly.

"Can we go on the swings?" Daisy swayed back and forth from her heels to her toes and pointed to what she wanted to go on.

"Come on then."

(Y/n) scooped Minnie up in her arms and set her down in the toddler swing, while the girls hurried onto the big swings right next to them. She rotated between pushing the twins for a little while until they were both happy swinging their legs and rocking themselves so she could go to push Minnie.

The toddler didn't seem too keen to play today, her head lolled back and forth but she wasn't giggling or waving her arms or kicking her legs out. She barely interacted, showing how out of sorts she had to feel right now.

"What about all of you on the big swing, hm?"

A smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when Daisy shuffled off the swing and reached out to take her hand. While Delilah held Minnie's hand once the toddler was back on her feet. They all headed towards the big net swing which seemed to make Minnie smile and perk up a little.

Delilah got into the swing first. She gripped the roped edge and wiggled up into the mesh swing on her stomach before she spun around and sat up. A wide grin on her face as she held her hands out so (Y/n) could pick Minnie up and sit her down in the middle. And once Daisy scuttled up and got onto the swing, the three of them shuffled close together.

The twins looped an arm each around Minnie, cuddling her in between them and with their bright smiles, (Y/n) just had to snap a picture of them all.

"Alright, here we go. Hold on tight." Pulling the swing back, (Y/n) began to sway the three of them back and forth in a slow, continuous motion.

It was nice to have the park relatively to themselves with only one other parent and child across the park on the big slide, and a woman and her young daughter aiming towards the park now. It meant the girls wouldn't have to wait long to go and play on whatever they chose and they didn't have to bump into other kids or interact if they didn't want to.

Each of the girls were rather shy and reserved, they weren't as boysterous as Evan or as easy going as Tommy.

(Y/n) continued to push the swing as the twins shimmied so they were lying down on their backs, staring up at the clouds like they were trying to spot Tommy in his helicopter. Whereas Minnie stayed sitting up in between them, holding onto each twin as she swayed with the rocking motion of the swing.

After a little while, the twins finally sat up and (Y/n) pulled the swing to a steady stop.

"Can we go on the climbing frame?" Daisy pointed to the small frame with a climbing wall and a little bridge platform and a bright yellow curving slide.

"Sure. What do you want to go on baby?" Reaching out, (Y/n) scooped up Minnie and gently set her to the floor, holding her hand as the little girl looked around.

Minnie shrugged before she suddenly realised there was a mini roundabout and her feet kicked out as she tried to drag (Y/n) towards it.

(Y/n) looked over at the twins, satisfied they were happy on the climbing frame which was only a few feet away before she let her youngest drag her to the roundabout. She clambered onto the metal floor and perched down on the rainbow seat, patting her hands happily while (Y/n) began to spin it in slow circles.

She stayed pushing the roundabout for a little while, until a familiar face caught her attention. (Y/n) glanced over to the right to see a young girl, probably around seven, trotting their way and pointing happily to the roundabout.

"Can I get on?"

"Of course you can." She pulled on the metal rail until the roundabout came to a stop to let the little girl clamber on. Once she was stood to the side, happily clinging to the rail, (Y/n) began to slowly turn it again.

Her eyes kept looking back at the girl every time those blonde locks whipped in the air and she passed in front of (Y/n) in slow spinning circles. Where did she recognise that girl from? Where had (Y/n) seen her before?

The recognition clicked in (Y/n)'s mind when she saw who she presumed was the little girl's mother who came and stood a foot or so away from (Y/n)'s side. Not too close to impose or be seen as friendly, but close enough to show that she was cautious and clearly the caregiver of the little girl.

It was their neighbour.

They hadn't long moved into the neighbourhood, and neither (Y/n), Evan nor Tommy had made much of a point of introducing themselves or talking to the neighbours. They preferred to keep to themselves and talk and make polite conversation if anyone came up to them. It was easier, considering how narrow-minded most people became when they learned that the three of them were in a poly relationship.

But (Y/n) recognised this neighbour, she was the lady who lived right next door to them. (Y/n) had said hello to her once or twice when they were both out in their gardens or when they were passing by either coming or going from their homes. But they weren't friends or well acquainted.

"You're the new neighbour, aren't you?" Lisa's statement caught (Y/n) a little off guard. No hello, no polite introduction, just straight to the point as if she had no time to beat around the bush.

(Y/n) hid a loose tendril of hair behind her ear and forced a kind smile as she nodded.

"Yeah, how are you?"

"Good. So, this is your little one." She pointed towards Minnie who was smiling and giggling to herself as (Y/n) pushed the roundabout that little bit faster for both girls.

"Yeah, and the twins over there." (Y/n) pointed towards both her girls who were tumbling down the slide together before they scuttled round to climb up once again.

There was something about the way that Lisa hummed and looked at her that made (Y/n)'s chest tighten and she coiled her arms to her chest, finally stopping to have a break from pushing the girls. The roundabout was moving at a steady pace now, and it wasn't rusty or creaking or getting stuck so it just needed a little push every now and then to keep it going round until they both decided they'd had enough.

Lisa looked at (Y/n) like she was searching for something, like she was scrutinising her and it made her feel uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything.

"I've only got Anya." She pointed towards her daughter on the roundabout before her head was angling to look around like she was waiting for someone or expecting someone to come over.

She didn't seem like the kind of person (Y/n) would make friends with or someone she would voluntarily speak to very often. It was often easier for (Y/n) to keep to herself, and the girls kept her busy anyway. If she could, she had a feeling she would be avoiding this particular neighbour unless strictly necessary.

Lisa seemed like a rather snotty woman, not the kind of person (Y/n), Tommy or Evan would get along with very well. Evan couldn't stand people like Lisa, those who seemed fake and overly obsessed with image. People who stuck their noses up in the air reminded him of his parents. And Tommy didn't have a lot of patience left for people like that.

"So, what does your partner do?" She took a step closer towards (Y/n), with her hands clasped together in front of her and her pointed chin angled down so she could look over at her.

Stepping forward, (Y/n) gave the roundabout another light push before her hand moved and rubbed up and down her arm out of anxious habit. She tried to keep a friendly smile on her face as she looked towards the other woman.

"Evan's a fireman, and Tommy's a pilot, they're both first responders."

It was always nerve-wracking to talk to new people and gage whether they would be friends or stuck up bystanders. It was more frequent to have people laugh or exit the conversation than to have them try and understand and actually hear them out on their relationship.

Once people learned (Y/n) had two partners, they usually thought badly of her, as if it was all her concoction, all some big scheme she had come up with. They thought she was toying with Evan and Tommy or with them for some kind of scheme or benefit. Not many people could wrap their head around the fact that she loved them both equally and couldn't be with one without the other.

Only Evan's team had been completely understanding the first time they heard the news. It took Tommy's colleagues a little while to get used to, but most of them now acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Hm, I thought I saw two men next door. What about you, what do you do?" Her words were very abrupt, but she took (Y/n) by surprise.

Either she knew people in poly relationships and was completely fine with it, or this wasn't something she thought needed to be discussed and it didn't outwardly bother her. Either way, this was new territory for (Y/n), but it was relieving not to have to explain herself or gain a lecture or have people belittle her and tell her their opinions on a relationship they knew nothing about.

The way Lisa looked (Y/n) up and down caused her to shrink in on herself. It felt like she was being examined. (Y/n) felt like she was back in the hospital getting examined by the midwife. Each time she had been for check ups or scans or even during labour, it had all felt very impersonal, despite how kind most of the midwives and nurses had been.

And now with the way Lisa was observing her clothes, her stance and every little mark about her, (Y/n) felt like she was on display. She felt like she should be doing something, smiling or moving, just something to make Lisa feel satisfied and stop staring at her like that.

"Oh… I'm not in work at the moment. Since we had Minnie, I- I'm a housewife."

The tender smile on (Y/n)'s face quickly faded into a panicked frown when Lisa huffed and rose a brow in the same mannerism as a school teacher.

Was that a bad thing? Was it wrong that (Y/n) was focusing on being a mum at the moment?

When they had the twins, (Y/n) had gone back to work just before they turned one, just like any other parent and that had been hard. Juggling work and two toddlers had been a big struggle, and she had been back working less than two years before she got pregnant again with Minnie.

Work had been the last thing on (Y/n)'s mind when she had three young children to care for. And it had just been something that she kept putting off because it was better for all of them if she was home. The girls were her main priority as Minnie wasn't even in nursery yet.

"So you just stay home all day, don't go to work?" The tone of her voice made (Y/n) grimace and hold a deep breath to stop herself from saying something she shouldn't.

"I look after my girls."

Maybe if Lisa thought it was so easy, she could come over and do (Y/n)'s job as a mother and see how long she lasted. She could see how hard it was juggling twins and a toddler who was often sick and picking up every cold and sickness going due to her weak immune system. Lisa could deal with the carnage in (Y/n)'s home and see if she could handle doing a nine to five job in the middle of all of that.

"Hm." The huff Lisa let out made (Y/n) shiver, especially when she looked her up and down with raised brows. "And they don't mind, your men? Working all day while you don't?"

"No, they don't. Why would it be a problem?" (Y/n) winced when her nails started to dig into her arms and she realised she was creating scratches up and down her skin out of anxious habit.

"Well, it might be quite annoying that you don't have to work but they do, to support you all. Maybe they just don't know how to tell you."

Those words hung in the air like stale food and (Y/n) found her teeth sinking into her lower lip to stop herself from reacting or even crying. She didn't bother to make a remark or set Lisa straight because it wasn't going to do any good, clearly she had made up her mind about (Y/n) from the moment she looked at her.

Her hands reached out for the roundabout which she pulled to a stop and she reached out for Minnie who thankfully looked tired now and was no longer clapping or giggling.

"Let's get going." She murmured into Minnie's hair as she set her toddler on her hip and walked away to get the twins.

They were leaving. (Y/n) wouldn't stand around and let Lisa comment on every aspect of her life like this, and she didn't want to talk anymore. She wanted to go home. She wanted to get the girls back home in their own environment and try to calm down.

But as she aimed for the twins, she could feel her heart pulsing in her chest and sending adrenaline all throughout her system.

She wasn't a burden to the boys, was she? Did they feel irritated that (Y/n) hadn't gone back to work yet? Neither of them had mentioned about (Y/n) going back to work, they never brought it up like it was a silent agreement that they would discuss it when they all thought it was time.

Were Evan and Tommy disgruntled at being the ones going to work while (Y/n) stayed home with the girls?

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Tilting her head to the left, (Y/n) leaned her cheek on top of Minnie's head, silently relieved that the little girl had finally seemed to settle. She wasn't coughing or grumbling or fidgeting in discomfort anymore, she was almost ready to go to sleep.

Usually she would have been in bed by now but she just wouldn't settle, and considering how she didn't sleep last night (Y/n) thought it best to keep her up and try to calm her down first.

Plus, Minnie was keeping her busy. Since coming home from the park, all (Y/n) managed to do was worry. She tidied up, settled the twins with come colouring, gave Minnie some medicine and tried to cuddle her and calm her down. She'd made tea and cleaned the kitchen until bleach and raspberry spray were all she could smell.

None of it stopped that little voice in the back of her head from nagging her and anxiety kept dwelling in her stomach, a constant reminder that she might be annoying her men without meaning to or realising it.

Her left arm jittered until Minnie was almost trembling against her waist, but she couldn't seem to settle her system. Nothing worked, especially not when Evan came home and (Y/n) didn't know how to try and smile and pretend like nothing was playing on her mind. She didn't want to pose the same question Lisa had in case she got the answer she feared.

Which was why it was such a relief when Evan let the twins drag him into the living room so they could show him their drawings. Although (Y/n) was pretty sure that Evan was in the shower now while the twins were watching a movie in their room before they went to bed.

Approaching footsteps caught (Y/n) off guard and before she had chance to turn around, she felt Minnie wriggling and perking up when she opened her bleary eyes to look over (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"Daddy!"

"Hi," A grin spread across Tommy's lips when he walked into the kitchen and saw the light sparkle in Minnie's eyes. He felt bad leaving this morning when she had been sound asleep in his arms, and he didn't want to think what her reaction would have been when she woke and realised she was in her own bed, not his arms any longer.

His nose crinkled as he grinned and his eyes creased as he made a beeline for two out of his four girls. When they were within reach, he moved his hands down to hold onto (Y/n)'s hips while he glued his chest up against her back. And he leaned down to kiss her cheek as she paused her administrations of what seemed to be a blitz of the kitchen.

The quiet rendition of "Missed you," that Tommy growled into her neck made (Y/n) shiver and she had to try hard to stop her knees from buckling and giving way beneath her.

"Good day?"

She felt him humming into her neck where he started to graze his teeth, intent on leaving a mark which caused tingling sensations to run beneath (Y/n)'s skin. And the way his hands tightened on her hips and she could feel each deep breath he took made her mind start to short-circuit.

But it wasn't quite enough to completely rid her mind of the panic she had been feeling all afternoon since seeing the neighbour. It shouldn't have gotten to her this much, what Lisa said, but the longer (Y/n) had to think about it, the less certain she felt.

The little whine that Minnie let out and the pat to Tommy's shoulder snagged his attention and caused him to lift his head away from (Y/n)'s neck. He leaned to peer over her other shoulder at their little girl who was demanding his attention in the form of a pout.

"How's my baby?" He uttered softly while he weaved around to take Minnie into his own arms.

He leaned back to settle her on his chest and his hand began to run up and down her back while he kissed her and waited for her to tell him all about her day or about how she still felt sick and needed cuddles.

"Saw you," She sounded croaky, but at least she looked tired enough to sleep tonight. And she waved her arm up near the ceiling in a circular motion to signify the helicopter blades.

"Oh, did you spot me flying today baby?" Tommy didn't want to disagree and point out that it probably wasn't him that the girls had seen at some point today.

It was cute that each of the girls automatically assumed every helicopter was flown by Tommy. He loved that they pointed it out and assumed he was the only pilot in LA. And he loved how the twins told all their friends at school that one of their dads flew a helicopter and the other was a brave fireman. They were all sweet.

With a kiss to her temple, Tommy snuggled her tighter into his chest before he turned to look towards (Y/n). His smile furrowed and his nose crinkled as he watched her put the plates and bowls away. She was constantly reaching out for something or moving around, and she hadn't turned to face him yet either. That wasn't normal.

When it looked like (Y/n) was about to head out the kitchen and walk away, Tommy took a step to the right so he was standing in front of her. His chin angled down and he rose one brow as he locked eyes with her, finally.

"Everything okay?"

(Y/n) brushed her hands up and down her waist, taking a deep breath to try and steady her system before she nodded and managed a smile. "Course."

She could tell Tommy wasn't quite sure he believed her, but he didn't object. Especially not when (Y/n) cupped his cheek and pushed up on her toes to capture him in a kiss. She let her cheek rest on his shoulder when they parted and her hand reached out to brush along the back of Minnie's head.

"I think someone needs to go to bed."

A smile flooded (Y/n)'s face when she heard Tommy murmur "Me or the baby?" into her hair.

She stayed tucked into his side with his arm deadlocked around her middle as they both walked out the kitchen and aimed for the stairs. They both knew that Minnie had to be tired because she wasn't arguing to stay awake, she was just melting into Tommy's arms like she had done this morning.

Tommy's eyes lingered on (Y/n) for a few seconds when they reached the top of the stairs and she weaved out of his arms without a word and aimed for their bedroom.

It caused a frown to etch into Tommy's features and his shoulders deflated as he walked into the nursery to settle Minnie down.

He was glad it didn't take long, only a few minutes of pacing the room and humming a nursery rhyme to get Minnie to start dozing off in his arms. He found a pacifier from the side table and pressed it to her lips before he kissed her temple and gently tucked her into the cot.

"I'll be back soon, baby." He knew she wasn't listening, but he told her anyway. One of them would come back through in a while to make sure she was actually settled to sleep and that they didn't have to spend another night nursing her through croaky coughs and pained cries.

He smiled as Minnie wriggled to get comfy, but she was almost fully asleep with her arms stretched above her head and about three teddies dotted around the cot with her. She couldn't sleep without her bundle of teddies.

With the door left open ajar, Tommy headed down the hall. He could hear a Disney movie playing in the twin's room and he would go and see them once it finished and they were ready for bed. Right now he wanted to check what was wrong with (Y/n) because he knew something was bothering her.

She was tidying again. There was a small pile of clothes on top of the chest of drawers and she was methodically folding and putting them away in that agitated manner that showed she was anxious about something. When she was nervous she couldn't sit still, and it usually took the boys a while to get her to tell them what the problem was.

A sigh tumbled past Tommy's lips as he trudged into the room and aimed for (Y/n). His arms reached out and looped around her waist once again, a little bit tighter this time now that she didn't have their toddler in her arms.

He attached his lips to the back of her head and squeezed her in his embrace, encasing (Y/n) in his arms. He felt the way she tensed briefly before she seemed to melt into him and pause what she was doing.

"Alright baby, spill."

"What?"

Tommy waited for a moment but as he suspected, (Y/n) didn't bother trying to look up at him. A sure sign that something was on her mind if she wouldn't even try looking him in the eye to tell him she was fine. They both knew she wasn't.

"Something's worrying you, I'd like to know what it is." When he didn't gain a response he sighed into her hair and leaned down to peck her cheek.

But both of them looked to the left when the door creaked and they both watched Evan walk in. He had one hand tangled in his curls that were damp and stuck up at all angles from the long shower he'd taken. It was normal for them to see him take long showers and come out looking like a strawberry from how much he scrubbed his skin. He never felt like he could get the dirt and grime from his skin or rid the smell of smoke from his hair.

He squinted at the pair of them with a slanted grin and a deep chuckle left Evan's lips when he tossed his towel on the bed and Tommy whistled at him.

"What're we talking about?" Evan found a pair of boxers and wrangled them over his hips while he snook a few glances across at his partners.

"Have you noticed how nervous someone is? She won't tell me why."

(Y/n) bowed her head and closed her eyes but she could still feel them both staring at her. She reached her hands down to squeeze Tommy's forearm and she shrank back into his chest while he turned them both to the right so they were facing Evan who hummed.

"C'mon babe, tell us what's wrong."

(Y/n) could feel the anxiety welling up in her stomach again and it made her shuffle from foot to foot and cling onto Tommy's arms that were cocooned around her middle. She feared that if his arms loosened from her then she would feel like she was falling with no landing in sight.

She didn't want to tell them, she was either being stupid for worrying about this or her fears were right. Either way this didn't seem like a conversation that would go in her favour. (Y/n) would rather sit and ignore this, but she wasn't doing a very good job when she was anxious enough for them both to notice something was on her mind.

The tender kiss Tommy pressed to her cheek drew her out of her thoughts and she tilted her head to look up at him before she glanced across at Evan. Both of them were staring at her with calming smiles and tender expressions with nothing but patience and understanding that she feared would fade at any moment.

"Does it bother you that… that I'm home with the girls?"

"What'd you mean?" Evan frowned as he grabbed the sweatpants he'd left out on the bed before he went for a shower. He kicked his legs into them and snapped them around his hips, tying them in place before he turned.

His hands planted on his pointed hips and his shoulders and elbows stuck out as he tilted his head to one side. His eyes narrowed and he took a deep breath, not understanding what (Y/n) was trying to get at here. Why would it bother them? Why on Earth would they be bothered that (Y/n) was home with the girls? Wasn't this what she wanted?

The confusion on Evan's face made a frown set into his features and he glanced over at Tommy who looked just as uncertain with knitted brows and pursed lips.

"Well, I'm not working yet. Do you think I should go back to work? Are you annoyed I'm not back at work?"

There. She'd done it. She'd asked the big question that had been bugging her all afternoon.

She wasn't quite sure what she would say if they said yes, but if they were annoyed then she would go back to work immediately. If they didn't want her to be home with the girls and they wanted to get Minnie into Daycare and start sorting their shifts again so they were each home with the girls then (Y/n) would do that.

She didn't want either of them to be irritated with her or think of her as being a burden. It would kill (Y/n) if she knew that was how they both felt, she would never want to be a burden to them.

"Why would that bother us?"

"Baby why're you asking this all of a sudden?" Tommy squeezed her hips and perched his chin on her shoulder but (Y/n) looked down at her feet instead.

"Doesn't matter."

(Y/n) wriggled and shimmied until she could slide out of Tommy's protective embrace which made her feel cold and desolate and a light trembling set in her system. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides and she kept her eyes locked on the patterned carpet as she tried to leave the room.

She didn't get far before Evan's arm branched out in front of her, cutting off her path. His hand clamped down on her hip and his other hand braced her shoulder as he reeled her towards him rather than the door. She couldn't just walk away, something was upsetting her and they needed to talk, not ignore it.

"Yes, yes it does. Something's upset you, tell us what's wrong."

Evan pressed a wet kiss to her temple, then to her cheek and he angled his head until he could kiss her lips and show her it was okay. She could always talk and open up to them.

"I met Lisa today, the lady from next door… it's nothing, forget it." (Y/n) shook her head and waved her hand as if to try and dismiss the subject, but it didn't work.

While Evan kept her pinned in his arms, Tommy moved to stand in front of her. His hands cupped her face, tilting her head back until she couldn't look away from either of them. The pair of them towered over her like suits of armour and the feeling of Tommy's thumbs gliding along her cheekbones, combined with Evan's grip on her waist, made her turn to jelly in their hold.

"What did she say?" There was something almost dangerous to Tommy's gruff voice that dropped down an octave.

What had the neighbour said to her to upset her and make her this panicked? Why had the neighbour bothered to speak to (Y/n)? The three of them tried their best to keep to themselves, they didn't need nosey neighbours getting involved and causing conflict.

Tommy continued to glide his thumbs over her cheekbones, making sure (Y/n) didn't try and move her head or look away from them. They wanted to help, and they couldn't do that until they knew what the problem was.

"She mentioned you… you both might find it irritating, that you work but I don't. Or that you might think you have to support me. I don't want either of you to think I'm a burden."

(Y/n) let her eyes close so she wouldn't have to face either of them or see what kind of expressions they had aimed towards her. And she did her best to hide the whimper that bubbled up in her chest when Tommy's hands left her face.

But a gasp broke free from her lips when a different pair of hands were suddenly clutching the back of her thighs. Her hands reached out to clamp down on Evan's shoulders and her eyes snapped open when he hoisted her up with a low "Come here."

He stepped forward until (Y/n) felt the bed against the back of her legs and her body tensed up, bracing for the impact when he laid her down on the bed with a soft thump. Her breath caught in her lungs and she stared up at Evan, who was looking down at her with a strange kind of melting smile and deep pooling eyes.

She felt his hips pressing down into hers as he laid in between her thighs and when the bed dipped, she tried to crane her head to the right so see Tommy. He had perched down next her shoulder, one hand pressing into the mattress to prop himself up while the other began to trail across her cheek and down her neck.

"I guarantee you that we would never think that, sweetheart." Tommy leant forward to peck her temple before he moved to kiss Evan's cheek too.

Neither of them would ever think that (Y/n) was a burden or that she was doing something wrong by being home with their girls. She was their mum and if she wanted to stay home with them, it didn't bother Tommy or Evan. Each of them were happy as they were and their lifestyle was working for them, why would they be unhappy or want to change that?

(Y/n) being home with the kids meant that Tommy and Evan could pick up and drop whatever shifts they liked. It was easier to swap shifts, to make sure they had the same days off together to have days home or go out with their family and to get birthdays off.

They didn't have to worry about childcare or being late for work or finishing shifts a bit later than normal if calls and events got out of hand.

"She just worried me, and the way she looked at me…"

"Ignore her, I guarantee she's jealous."

"If she tries saying anything else, I'll talk to her."

Both (Y/n) and Evan looked up at Tommy with sceptical expressions and narrowed eyes. They knew what that meant. He would go round there with a fake smile and a few choice words that would intimidate even the chief of police.

Tommy wouldn't have anyone upsetting any of his family, especially not someone who didn't know them at all and thought they had any right to comment on their home lives. He could be passive and ruthless at the same time and he would do anything for his family.

Tilting his head back down, Evan attached his lips to (Y/n)'s jaw and nudged his nose against her cheek while his hands slid up to squeeze her hips as she laid pinned beneath him. He could feel Tommy's arm sliding around his bare back and his lips attaching to Evan's shoulder which made him smile into (Y/n)'s skin.

Once he felt (Y/n) begin to relax and loosen up, he lifted his head so he was hovering over her once again.

"If you're happy being home with the girls and looking after them, then we're happy too. Being a mum is a full time job too." He waited patiently for (Y/n) to nod or smile and give some sign that she knew he was being sincere.

He and Tommy didn't want (Y/n) to go back to work if she didn't feel ready or if she didn't want to. She was taking care of their daughters, she was focusing on being a mum and that was hard with three kids under the age of six. If she was happy with the way things were right now, then there wasn't a problem because they were both happy too. And the girls were thriving, their family was happy and settled and that was the main, most important aspect here.

"We like having you all to ourselves."

[itsnesss]

Hi beautiful person

could i please request ollie bearman x gf reader where ollie had a really bad race and starts having a panic attack and walks out mid conversation with someone, either a reporter or mechanic, to find reader and its one of those really comforting moments when he gets to reader he says "i dont know what to do" when he feels like he can't breathe properly so she just hugs him until he feels better

quite angsty but i'm unfortunately a sucker for hurt/comfort fics

thank you, have a lovely week and drink enough water <33

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 | oliver bearman × fem!reader

summary | after a disastrous race, ollie is overwhelmed with panic. when you find him, he’s struggling to calm down

warnings | gf!reader, panic attack, anxiety, emotional distress, hurt/comfort, mild angst

word count | 0.9 k

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The crowd roared around the track, but everything felt distant to Ollie. The roar of the engines, the voices of the crowd, even the sound of the tires on the asphalt everything faded into a void where he felt trapped, not knowing how to get out.

The race had been a total disaster, and though he had tried to keep his composure, his body wasn’t responding the way he wanted. Nothing had gone the way he planned.

The car hadn’t performed well, the strategy had failed, and when he crossed the finish line, his heart was beating in a terrifying rhythm. His mind was clouded, and all he wanted to do was escape. Not from the team, not from the competition, but from that feeling that surrounded him, that invisible pressure suffocating him.

After getting out of the car, his legs were shaky, and a knot in his stomach wouldn’t go away. The reporters swarmed in, eager to capture every word, every gesture, every ounce of tension that was clearly in the air. He couldn’t hear anything beyond the pounding in his chest. He tried to force a smile, as always, but it wasn’t enough.

One of the reporters approached with a microphone, and her voice cut through the air as she asked him a question about the race. Ollie looked into her eyes, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, a cold sweat began to bead on his forehead. His breathing grew erratic, heavier. He felt like something invisible was pressing against him. His hands, once steady, were now trembling.

“Ollie?” the reporter’s voice snapped him out of his trance. “What do you think about the race? And the issues with the car? We were all expecting more from you.”

Each word, each question, only added more pressure. His mind fogged up even more, and without warning, the words he had prepared in his head evaporated. Instead of answering, he took a step back, confused, and muttered, “Sorry... I need a moment.”

Panic gripped him, and without looking back, he quickly walked away, ignoring the curious stares. He just wanted to escape that pressure, that knot in his stomach, that feeling that made him feel so small and vulnerable.

His body moved automatically, without a clear destination. He just knew he needed to find her. He needed to find you. The one person who always calmed him, the one person who, somehow, could help him breathe again.

Time seems to stand still when you hug him. His tremors start to subside a little, but his breathing is still erratic, uneven, as if every breath is a battle in itself. You feel him cling to you with a silent strength, as if he’s trying to anchor himself to something, to someone, so he doesn’t lose himself in his own inner chaos.

You feel him close, much closer than you expected, as if Ollie’s vulnerability becomes tangible in every inch of his skin. The uncertainty surrounds him, but in that moment, you are his only constant. The rest of the world seems to fade away as you hold him, and while you know you can’t fix everything in one go, you cling to the hope that your presence is all he needs right now.

“Shh, it’s okay,” you repeat, gently caressing his back, feeling his shoulders slowly relax. “It’s all okay. Just breathe with me.”

You feel him try to follow your lead, to match your rhythm, but it’s not easy. Panic is still gripping him tight. His chest rises and falls frantically, and you realize he needs you to calm him down. Patience. Time. Above all, calm.

“Sorry...” he whispers, his voice cracked. “I... don’t know what’s happening to me. I can’t... breathe properly.”

When you hear his words, you flinch, but you don’t let him go. You know what he needs: calm. Patience. And, most of all, time.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for anything,” you say softly. “You’re okay, Ollie. Just keep breathing. Slowly.”

You feel how, little by little, his breathing begins to stabilize, as if your calmness is seeping into him. A long, shaky sigh escapes his lips, and you know he’s starting to calm down. A small comfort in the midst of the chaos he just experienced.

At some point, Ollie lifts his head, his eyes still glassy, but something in his gaze has changed. It’s no longer just fear. Now, there’s a tiny spark of gratitude, as if he’s beginning to understand that he doesn’t have to face it all alone.

“Thank you,” he says softly, his voice still hoarse. “I swear, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Your fingers brush his cheek gently, wiping away the beads of sweat still clinging to his face. “You don’t have to do it alone. I’m here, whenever you need me.”

You look into his eyes directly, without needing any more words. You know there’s no need to say anything else. There are no grand gestures necessary, because in these moments of shared silence, in the simple contact, everything is already said.

You stay there, holding him, without rushing, without hurry. And although the fear never completely disappears, in his embrace, you find a mutual refuge, a truce in the middle of the storm.

[dorkydegeneracy]

Let's get some things very straight (LOL) about that ICONIC Buddie argument last night.

Eddie WAS NOT the aggressor in this altercation. In fact, Buck was in a mood before Eddie even entered the kitchen. Eddie asked why Buck had gone grocery shopping when he had previously promised to do so himself. He was asking a question. Buck's whole demeanor suggested he was clearly bothered: "I was out. It's fine." Obviously a chippy response to which Eddie replied "It doesn't feel like it's fine." Because he knows Buck. And he obviously wasn't fine. Granted, Buck had reason to be upset: he was the last person to find out that Eddie had been offered the job in El Paso. Under normal circumstances, Buck would have been the first person to know.

However, these are obviously not normal circumstances. Bobby is dead. Eddie explains why he didn't tell Buck. His reasoning isn't because he believes Buck is selfish. Yes, Eddie is being petty here. It was kinda a shitty thing to say (although that might have been THE LINE of the year, so I am so glad that he said it), to which he later admits. However, his reasoning is a little deeper than that, and easy to discern if you listen to what he says: "You've been spiralling. Since the funeral. And no one knows how to talk to you about it."

This harkens back to Eddie's conversation with Hen and Karen earlier in the episode. Buck is presenting a façade that he is okay by trying to take care of everybody else, as Bobby requested of him. Asking weird ass grief questions. But the people who love him. The person who loves him, wants him to drop the act and actually process his own grief.

Add all of that, to the fact that Eddie is trying to process his own grief and one would understand Eddie's reaction to Buck stating (in an equally petty manner, I might add) "Sorry I'm sad that Bobby is dead." NO SHIT SHERLOCK! Note that in this instance, by saying that, Buck is explicitly thinking about his own feelings and not considering the feelings of his family who are also grieving. That is definitionally selfish. Eddie, rightly responds "You're not the only one that lost him! We all lost him." Because he is trying to let Buck know that the way to help is not through stupid psych evaluations; it is by talking about how each other is feeling.

Buck: "Yeah, I know."

Eddie: "Really? Because you never asked what it was like."

Eddie then proceeds to explain his emotions about Bobby's death.

And let's make it even more clear: Eddie WAS NEVER going to hit Buck. He would never hit Buck. He grabs his shoulder and points his little finger in his face. It's a call back to their grocery store altercation.

Unlike Buck, who puts up a façade as a way to avoid processing grief, Eddie's grief manifests as anger. That was the whole point of his street fighting plot line. He used fighting as a way to blow off steam. The problem with the street fighting wasn't that he was fighting: it was that he was doing so in an illegal underground ring. That story was never meant to characterize Eddie as a violent person. Because Eddie is not a violent person. He uses his passion for MMA as an outlet. Not everybody who knows MMA is a violent person. The opposite is actually true. Very few MMA fighters are violent people. It's an art. Just like dancing or figure skating.

Buck then apologizes to Eddie, acknowledging his TEMPORARY moment of selfishness. Eddie then expresses that he has yet to forgive himself for not being there.

"If I was there, could I have made a difference."

Buck misinterprets this statement as Eddie believing that Buck didn't do everything he could to save Bobby's life.

That's not what Eddie is saying at all. What he does say in response is

"I don't know Buck. I wasn't there."

Eddie hates that he wasn't there to save Bobby's life. Which is a large, and understandable, part of his grief.

The whole theme of this conversation is that these two are not communicating. Had they done so, they would not be upset at each other. Obviously, it is hard to effectively communicate during times of grief. So in reality, both Buck and Eddie are at fault here. Both have valid motivations behind their words and actions here. This is what grief does. It makes you act irrationally or out of character.

Yet, their miscommunication pre-existed Bobby's death: It started when Eddie decided to leave for El Paso. And the reason they were not communicating then is because neither of them understand or want to admit their feelings regarding the move. These feelings are that of love, which neither party is willing to admit yet. Yet.

Next week might be the first opportunity for either of them to voice those feelings.

[mottysith]

"May you never forget me" First chapter

Song inspired title: May you never forget me by Temachii

Platonic! Dad!burning spice x Teenager!reader

Platonic! All x Teenager!reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You were the offspring of the saviour of change, having to watch how your life was quickly destroyed by the now beasts, you choosed to be different from your father.

Warnings: fluff, eventual angst, mayor character death, no beta read

Sorry for bad english, it isn't my natal language.

Word count: 6,9 k

You were the offspring of the saviour of change, Warming spice cookie.

You adored him with all your heart, since he was the light of your existence. Being baked in his shape by the witches in his request.

You were cooked by one of the most powerful witch, in where she used the finest ingredients for your dough and let it rest for 12 days until finally cooking you in the oven. When you were finally baked, she gave you to warming spice cookie as a baby to be taken care of.

From your earlier years you were very adored by him, being dotted at all hours of the day just for doing the simplest achievement.

You also were a lovely child, helping the cookies around you who were in a rush. Making you receive the praise of them, which you adored and always looked foward to.

From time to time, your father would tell you that you were going to be the Highness of the kingdom one day in the future, which always got you excited. You even made your own carboard crown so you could play to be the ruler with other cookies.

———

You were seated in front of your father, in the wooden table in front of you there were a lot of papers which your dad was reading attentively. You were swinging your legs in boredom, and your child-like curiosity made you wonder.

"What are you doing?" You asked innocently enough, looking awaitingly at your father who was now looking at you.

"I'm just reading reports about how our kingdom is doing my dear" He explained to you steadily.

"Our? Will it be mine someday?" You looked at him.

"Of course my spice, when you get older enough to completely understand my work and I get tired all this kingdom will be yours to reign" He said softly.

You excitedly stated loudly "Im going to be a Monarch!" While getting up from your chair to jump around the room, your father yous laughed to himself as he continued to read the kingdom's report.

———

You always wondered a lot about the things you didn't know as a child, following your dad wherever he went like a little duckling asking all the questions that only a child could have 'why is the sky blue' 'Why do cookies exist' and a lot more, which he always answered with what he knew. Sometimes laughing at the most dumbest ones and other times thinking for a few minutes before giving the best answer he could have thought of.

Warming spice cookie in his free time made you train with him, you didn't really like it but you did so anyway.

———

You were in the training room with your dad, you both were friendly fighting so you could level up your skills, yet something is clear, you were miserably failing.

You fell to the ground for the tenth time now, really exhausted. "Come on my spice" your dad said to you. "You have to keep training so you can become as strong and powerful as I am" You got up from your fall and grabbed the wooden sword once more, holding it towards him.

"I'm ready for another round!" You stated loud and clear.

"That's the spirit!"

———

Sometimes he left you in the hands of other saviour to take care of you, it was never a problem since they adored you and you loved them back.

Sparkling sugar cookie, the virtue of happines, she let you play in her paradise with other cookies around your age. Her personality was sweet like sugar and everytime you felt sad she would sing a song while playing tunes in her harp so you could calm down.

———

You were playing tag with another cookie, while you were running around the big playground in the paradise when you suddenly slipped on a branch, falling to the ground and scrapping your knee.

Your first instic was to cry loudly, which made Sparkling Sugar hurry to your side the second she heard your cries to try to calm you down.

"Don't worry sweetie, is just a rash, nothing serious" her calm words of reassurance didn't stop your sobs. "It hurts" You sobbed, Sparkling sugar seemed panicky then she remembered something "Hey, I just know what will make you feel better my sugar!" She grabbed her harp to start playing with it as she hummed a soothing song.

It was so mesmerizing that you stopped crying just to look at hear her singing, the tunes were hypnoticing and her voice was angelic, sparkling sugar smiled at that.

"Don't worry about that okey? I will take you to the infirmary to get that all patched up so you can feel better and play again" She said calmly to you as she still played the harp, the tunes being hypnoticing. "I would like to" You murmured, your voice still weak from before, yet you didn't feel sad anymore, you felt calm, serene.

———

Blueberry milk cookie, the virtue of knowledge, he was the owner of the spire of truth, where a very big library was always open for the public. He usually just looked over you making sure you didn't do anything dangerous or stupid as he worked around, telling you stories from time to time and showing you the greates books you ever had the fortune of reading.

———

"Another history!! Please?" You asked him with puppy eyes as you, blueberry milk just sighed "okay, just one more" "yay!" You started bouncing from one feet to another as he looked around the library, looking for a certain book to show you while you followed him from behind, your excitement showing trough your movements.

"I just know what you would like" he said, grabbing one of the book placed in one of the highest bookcase shelf.

He sat on the floor, motioning you to sit next to him, Which you did withouth thinking twice.

"Have you wondered about how the story of earthbread began?" He asked you while opening the book, you nodded at his words.

"I supposed, you always have been such a smart and curious cookie, my little genious" He praised you while he looked through the pages, which made you believe that you were even smarter than you actually were for a moment.

"Well, let's see" He said as he adjusted his glasses " The story begins when this very Silver Tree was only a small sapling. When the World of Desserts was at its infancy. The Witches baked five Cookies to help them in their creation of the world.

The five Cookies imbued with absolute powers walked Earthbread as almighty envoys of the great creators-"

———

Platinum salt cookie, the virtue of solidarity, they were a knight who never let anyone down, usually when you were with them he teached you forms of how to fight. And they sometimes let you held their shining platinum sword. Which you absolutely loved.

———

You were watching Platinum salt cookie ad they fighted with that shinny sword, you always wondered, how it would be to hold it?

You got close to them, platinum salt stopping in their movements so they couldn't hurt you.

"What are you-?" They said as you touched the handle sword they were helding, while staying completely still. "I like swords, they look shiny"

Silver salt stayed silent for a moment before speaking again. "Have you ever thought of becoming a knight?" They asked you, you looked up to them, stopping holding the sword to start playing with your fingers "yes, no? I don't know, knights are cool" your answer made silver salt laugh.

"Don't worry my little knight, you will know your path when you get older and maybe we could train together someday." They said to you, which left you a little excited for the future.

———

And lastly Divine flour cookie, the virtue of volition, she was the founder of the Ivory pagoda, where a lot lf cookies went to wish their desires. You usually helped around the temple when you were with her.

———

You were sweeping with a broom every dirt you saw on the floors of the Ivory pagoda, which was very clean usually yet someone spilled some water on the floor and you knew how much responsabilities Divine flour has so you decided to clean it yourself.

While sweeping a figure came towards you from behind, you would have been startled yet you knew it was divine flour, her presence can be felt from miles away and you being close to her made you recognize her from far away.

"You don't have to do that my child" She stated calmly, insisting that you stop. "But I want to, this place is special" You insisted, making sure the floor was all clean.

"Why is this place special then my dear?" She asked calmly, wanting to hear your answer.

"Because you are here" The answer surprised her, making her smile warmling at you.

———

No matter how lovely a child is, they grow. Changing their habits and starting to act and look diferent and more mature, thats what happened to you.

You had grown up into a teenager, you were still very nice though your curious part of you has change into precation and maturity.

Currently you were in the spire of truth, reading a book in one of the many seats of the library, calmy looking through all the pages, a sense of calm and serenity washing all over you.

A smaller cookie approached you, looking at you curiosingly and doubt.

"Do you know where the child sector is?" The cookie asked, you just smiled at them.

"Yes, I do. Follow me" You got up from your chair, starting to walk towards the kids section while making sure the younger cookie didn't get lost.

You knew this place like the palm of your hand, having been here since you were a child made you know all the things in here and a lot of books in the place.

A few walks away and you two arrived. "Here we are, there are a lot of books. So make sure to not get too confused while choosing!" You said jokingly with a warm smile in your face watching as the small cookie got lost in the hundreds of book shelfs that were there.

Someone from behind you touched your shoulders, startling you and making you watch behind. "Blueberry milk cookie, don't scare me like that!" You exclaimed surprised, yet you didn't seem annoyed.

"Ah, that wasn't my intention to scare you" The saviour of knowledge stated to you, as calm as he always was, you wondered if he ever lost his composure.

Your thoughts were interrupted with his voice. "I saw how you helped that child, you know you don't have to do that right? It's my job" he commented to you.

You quickly answered "You work a lot around here, and it doesn't take a lot for me to help a bit. Also, the cookie came for help to me first. It's not polite to refuse to help them" You said calmly.

Blueberry milk cookie laughed at your answer. "You never change." He exclaimed with a smile. That phrase builded a questions in you. "What do you mean with that?"

He looked at you "Ever since you were a small cookie you helped around. I'm surprised you don't notice how helpful you are" He laughed a bit. Looking away at one of the windows.

"Warming spice is very strong and smart, yet when he first got you, you were very curious and It sometimes overwhelmed him so he usually left you here with me so I could take care of all your wonders, so I do know very well. I still can't believe how much you have grown since then" Blueberry milk looked at you warmly once again.

"Come on! Don't say that. You, the virtue of knowledge should know that cookies grow." You said, a little embarrased like if he was your parent showing you silly pictures of your childhood.

"I do" he said calmly. "I do very well, Spicy reader cookie" He looked away. This time not looking back at you.

"I have matters to do around here still, I guess the others would love to see you." Blueberry milk cookie said to you as a goodbye. Taking you off guard by how fast he left.

But you thought, he was right, you should visit one of the other saviour. Like divine flour cookie, she would love to see you.

You quickly went to find her in the ivory padora, the thousand stairs made you suffer but you didn't mind it that much since she was always there in the ivory pagoda if you were honest. Very few times you have seen her outside of that place.

You entered the holy place, finding a long line of cookies waiting to get their wishes fullfiled. Of course, this was what this place was all about.

Thankfully, due to knowing divine flour personally and usually helping around instead of praying for a wish you could enter withouth waiting in line.

You skipped through the cookies, most of them knew that you were here to help yet you sometimes heard a cookie mad for you skipping, how rude.

At the end of the line, there you saw her. Divine flour cookie. You quickly went to hug her. "Hello, my dear" She greeted you with serenity, yet you could sense her smile in her words, she started talking again "Why are you here my dear?" She asked curious. "I just wanted to see you" You stated calmly. "And to see if you needed help with anything." You added.

She seemed to be thinking about something for a moment before speaking once more. "You could see if the people from the praying rooms need something" She said to you "right away!"

———

A new kingdom has appeared, of course, thousands of new kingdoms appear everyday yet there is something new and especial about every single one of them that made you want to explore them.

You went to search for your dad, which was sitting on his throne. "Dad!" You called out to him. "Yes, my spice?" "There is a new kingdom, can we go see it?" You asked, your voice showing your exciment. "It's the third time this week" "but it is a new one!" Your dad sighed, seeming defeated. "Fine, I'll go with you" "yay!"

You both spent the next hours exploring the new kingdom you talked about, usually you both just looked through the markets but this time you both sat in a bench in front of a lake.

"Spicy reader cookie" "mm?" You looked at your father, yet he was staring straight to the lake.

"I'm proud of you" warming spice cookie stated out of the blue. "Of the cookie you have becomed, I mean" he added, you stayed silent, admiring the lake in front if you.

———

You were sitting in your bed while reading some newspaper as you hummed the song sparkling sugar teached you.

Lately your dad has been strange, everytime there is a new kingdom he doesn't accompany you to see it as he usually did before, but it doesn't matter, he must be tired and busy. He is a saviour after all. You just wished he would be free at least once, so you both could spent some bonding time.

Warming spice cookie has also been a lot more irritable, getting angry really easily and screaming at the servants and knights of the kingdom a lot. But you can only guess that he is stressed.

———

You walked through the halls of the palace you lived in, looking for your father in all places, just to find him in where you least expected him, in his throne.

You holded the door of the entrance with doubt, why was he here? He haves things to do. After all he is the light of change and the king in charge of this kingdom.

"Dad?" You called out to him as you approached him, he focused all of his attention on you. "There is a new kingdom, on the southern part actually, would you like to visit it with me? I heard they have pretty tasty food" You asked him, putting the best smile you could on your face to try to convince him.

"No" was the word that left his lips, it sounded cold, cruel. It left you in a state of confusion, did something happen that you didn't notice? "Uh, why not?" You said out loud, more of a wonder for you than a question yet he answered it. "I am busy, just go alone" warming spice cookie layed his head in his arms while showing a face of completely boredom.

It confused you even more. "But you aren't doing anything" You stated. Your words seemed to infuriate him. "Do you question what I do?" He snapped, you backed away out of surprise. "Me, your father? The light of change!" He got up from his throne to scream at you, making you squeal a little. "I... No! I just wondered..." You tried to say yet it came out as a mumble. With your hand you were hugging your form, as if that protected you in someway.

He got dead quiet at your answer, just to sit back at his throne like nothing happened. "Do whatever you want" He grumbled, his bored expression came back to his face. You quickly left the place to run back to your room, a little shaken up from the situation. Maybe he had a bad day. He seemed really mad after all, thats it...

Closing the door of your bedroom behind you, you threw yourself onto the bed. Hugging one of the pillows for comfort as you started sobbing. You wished that sparkling sugar was there, so she could play with her harp to calm you down.

You tried to hum the song she sings to you when you are sad, yet from your lips it only sounded like incoherent sobs.

———

You decided to go back to the spire of truth, this time mostly to see blueberry milk cookie since you needed advice.

Walking trough the doors into the big library you saw a lot of new books that you never saw before. 'This is interesting, change of plans' you thought as you got lost in the many halls of the library, opening the first book that catched your eye 'historic facts, hmm, this book might be entertaining!' You thought to yourself yet your expectation dropped when you found out that a lot of the facts in the book were, if not all, fake.

You should tell blueberry milk about this! He is surely overworked so he let a lot of these type of errors slip. You quickly went to search for him and tell him about the big error he let pass.

You found him in his counter as usual, he was sitting backwards, watching the big window that lead to the kingdom.

You interrumpted his calmness "hey, blueberry milk cookie?" He turned around to start looking at you. "Yes, my little lamb?" He said, with a wide smile.

"I found some books that have wrong imformation, that the entire thing is false." You informed him, just to receive a laugh in response.

"Oh, about that! I know about it, don't worry about it!" He explained to you as if that did it any better. "But, there are a lot of those" you tried to reason with him.

"Just leave it that way, a little lie doesn't hurt anybody " You felt your throath closen, yet you couldn't say anything really, he was the light of knowledge while you were the offspring of the light of change. Blueberry milk just knows better. "Fine, I guess..."

You left his counter withouth saying goodbye, too shocked to really say anything. But you guess he is right. Maybe by tomorrow he will go back to his senses and change all that nonsense.

———

Considering how down you have been feeling lately, you decided to visit sparkling sugar cookie, she doesn't really haves the best advice but she really knows how to calm you down.

Entering her paradise, you found a lot of the cookies looked all happy, but in a stramgely unnerving way. All having the same sense of satisfaction 'why is everybody looking like they ate too much candy' you thought to yourself. It doesn't matter really, maybe a big event that you wasn't aware of happened and now everybody is happy for that.

After a bit of looking, you found the person you were looking for. "Sparkling sugar cookie!" You called out to her, she looked at you with her bright pink eyes. Have them always been this bright?

"My sweetie!" She gushed, going to your side. "It's been soo long since I last saw you my swetie" She stated.

"I know, I'm sorry" you apologized. "I have been very worried lately, that's why I came here to see you, since you know. The harp and your voice" "Aw, thats soo sweet! But right now I'm a little lazy to sing but I can play some tunes for you if you want" she said to you with her voice sweet like sugar. To it seemed a little bit more deeper than last time you saw her, different from what you remember.

"Sure, I would like to" At your answer she made you both sit at one of the benches as she started to play the harp. It was mesmerizing, yet when you looked away from the harp and into Sparkling sugar something about her appearance was off, yet you couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Suddenly, you started to feel really happy, like you haven't had any of the worries you have had for the last couple of days. Which was strange since you did have and a lot. "Sparkling sugar?" "Hmm?" "I'm feeling really happy" You told her, she smiled at that.

"That is very good my sugar!" she said you. "After all, happiness is very important here, to always be happy" she said to you.

"If you stay here, you will always be happy! You won't have to even lift a finger and all of the rest of your life will be luxurious"

"I can't stay here, my dad-" "oh, don't worry about him! He doesn't and won't mind at all! After all he trusts me and he trust you to make the best choice for yourself, I am right?" She tried to convince "Yeah, I guess. But I stilll have a lot of things to do" you explained your reasons to not stay in the paradise, but sparkling sugar didn't really seem to care "You don't have to do them, I will have everything ready for you to stay here forever" she said while holding your hand, her hands were warm.

"No, I will go back home" you got up from you bench, a little confused as you left the place, Sparkling sugar cookie didn't really try to stop you yet you could feel how she seemed really irritated.

———

You walked home in silence, thinking about the conversation you had with Sparkling sugar over and over again, something was very wrong but everthing she said sounded just right.

You decided to ignore and forget, you had enough trouble with your dad being constantly angry to care about it.

The next days were similar, your dad being more demanding with the servants, knights and more importantly, with you.

You are afraid of talking to him since the slightest thing that ticks him off makes him extremely angry, is like being with a time bomb with no visible timer, you don't know when it's going to explode until the consequence of the explosion are shown.

So even though you felt bad you avoided your own father, trying to make shortcuts around your home just to avoid him.

Also, you just stopped visiting blueberry milk cookie after a while too. Everytime you went you just had a bad feeling in your gut that something was going to happen. So you just avoided the place altogether.

Same with Sparkling sugar, the last interaction scared you to your dough even if you didn't wanted to admit it since she didn't do anything wrong, she just wanted you to stay with her so you could be happy and you refused her very rude now that you think about it, so you feel bad.

And something strange happened with divine flour, just like the other you wanted to visit her but when you arrived to the Ivory Pagoda it was closed. Of course, Divine flour from time to time closes the Ivory Pagoda to take a break but she warns days before doing it. This time was withouth any type of warning or sign.

———

Walking trough the thousand stairs, you found yourself watching a closed altar, divine flour was no where in sight.

Outside there were a lot of angry cookies wanting to enter, to be able to pray for better and wish for goods.

You approached one of them. "Do you know why it is closed?" You asked, the cookie in front of you seemed really distressed "Nobody knows. There was no warnings, She just dissappeared." The cookie answered

"The Ivory Pagoda was completely shut down from inside out. So I guess divine flour is still inside. But there is no way to prove it, especially if no body can open the place."

You just looked at them with conflicted feelings "Thanks you for your honesty" You thanked them quietly, choosing to leave the place seconds after.

———

You were currently in silver salt's living room, usually you two trained together in order to get stronger but this time you were rambling to silver salt cookie about all the things that have been happening to you these past days while they prepared some tea for the both of you to drink.

"It is just soo strange! My dad have been very angry lately, I just can't have any normal conversation with him before he snaps, it is just so scary to talk to him" You explained to silver salt as best as you could. They placed a teapot and two cups in front of you in the table. Sitting beside you in the couch you were currently sitting on.

You spent the next minutes was you telling them your experiences with the other saviours, and the strange attitudes they have been having. They from time to time patted you on the back to give you comfort, listening attentively to you withouth saying any words.

Noticing their silence you stared at them, "Why aren't you saying anything?" You asked confused, then you sighed, looking straight ahead to the warm cup of tea in your hands. "Actually, I understand it, I wouldn't know what to say either..." you justified their actions. Taking the last sip before getting up from the couch.

"I should go home, I guess, Is getting late" you said with doubt while looking at the window. You walked to the door, opening it yourself.

"Goodbye" You said to him as you closed the door behind you. Not receiving an answer back. You ignored it, he must be as shocked as you are.

———

You felt dumb for not realising sooner, the signals were all over the place but you just decided to ignore or justify them, the way sparkling sugar wanted you to stay, how Blueberry milk wanted to lie a bit, how silent silver salt was, that the ivory pagoda was closed and more importantly, that your own father, warming spice cookie, was agressive towards you.

Once promised saviors, the five became twisted apostles of evil and brought only darkness and devastation. Their virtues becoming distortioned, Knowledge became Deceit, Volition became Apathy, Happiness became sloth, Change became destruction, and Solidarity became silence. But that wasn't the only thing that changed.

The cookies you adored since birth, the cookies that raised you since you left the oven for the first time changed too. Were replaced by shells of what they once used to be. You wanted to scream at them and reason with them, but you didn't want to become corrupted too. And you weren't that strong mentally to be able to decipher the manipulations of the now beasts before they got to your mind.

Ignoring your hurt feelings and broken heart you had to evacuate the entire kingdom as fast as you possibly could so there is the smallest amount of hurt citizens. As the next in charge of the kingdom you had the obligation to take care of the citizens, even from the own king or this time around, your own father.

You were currently in a Refugee camp, made out of neccesity, emergency and desperation. Though all the cookies in there including yourself made the pact to call it a safe haven so the younger cookies don't loose their hopes of survival and a the wish of a better future.

Holding tightly a weapon, you practiced your fighting skills a little. You were the child of the once light of change so you knew how to protect yourself and others. But you wanted to be able to protect your citicens and your kingdom if you had to fight face to face with one of the beast, at least even if you aren't strong enough to win you will be able to buy the citizen cookies some time to escape.

Even so there was something you couldn't fully grasp, the way the cookies glared at you and your sword. The whispers that paused when you got close. How weak the cookies sounded when they talked to you. And yet the younger cookies adored you, being close to you in the 'safe haven' at almost all times while the more older cookies were just soo strange. You just wished you knew what was the thing they disliked about you.

———

In the back of the emergency camp you could see a group of cookies in the furthest corner talking fast, yet no more loud than a mere whisper.

You choosed to eavesdrop it, making sure nothing was out of your control here "The supplies are getting lower and lower by the day! They are going to become scarce in just a few days" one of the cookies whispered, it's voice showing the desperation all in the place were trying to hide, you then opted to interrumpt the cookies.

"The supplies are getting low?" You asked calmly, yet with a serious face that didn't seem to unwaver. "Spicy reader" one of them gasped, but not in a good manner. "We were just wondering about how the supplies were! Please don't get mad at us" "And why would I get mad?" You asked, something that irked in the back of your mind until now told you all the answers you didn't wanted to hear.

But then an aching pain started in your heart. Is right, they are afraid of you. After all you are related to the now beast of destruction. They have every reason to distrust you and that makes you sad.

"Im not him" You quickly replied to your own question, not waiting for the cookies in front of you to answer. "Warmi- Burning spice cookie, I mean. You all can trust me" you tried to calm them down and ease their fears, However it didn't seem like your words calmed their worries about you completely they had no choice but to rely on you.

"We need supplies, all the cookies here do." One of them said worried. You listened intently to it and thought.

"We could do an expedition" You suggested after a bit of thinking "It's the only think we can do right now" You explained calmly.

"Of course, having a garden would be nice and it would bring food easily yet it requires time, work and a safe place we do not have as of now."

———

Later that day some of the strongest cookies including you packed some provisions and prepared everything to leave. You grabbed your weapon, holding it tight in your hand, hopefully you don't have to use it...

"Spicy reader cookie?" A shy child-like voice called out to you, when you looked the place where it came from. You found a young cookie, but wait... You know this cookie! They were the young cookie you helped at the library where blueberry milk cookie used to work at. How long ago was it?

"Please don't go! We need you here!" The child cookie cried out to you, your heart tightened yet you had already made a choice. "Hey, it's okay. Nothing will happen to me. I will go back here with you full of food, water and toys! Isn't that nice?" You said with a excited voice. Tho it didn't seem to calm the younger cookie.

"We have to go" One of the cookies called out to you, all of the ones that were going expeditioning were on the exit. The child tried to grab your hand yet you were faster to leave.

"I will come back, I promise!" You said to them as you left the 'safe haven'

———

Outside it was a mess, the kingdoms were utterly destroyed, the forest were devoid of nature and the worst thing to see, the lifeless body of thousands of cookies. You tried to close your eyes everytime you saw one.

You were currently in a forest that hasn't saw the horror of devastation yet, grabbing the fruits from the trees and putting them in a basket was all you did.

The chirping sound of a bird called your attention, it has been soo long since you saw a bird or animals in general! You got away from the group, ready to pet the bird.

When close enough to the bird you kneeled in front of it, holding your arms out to it, trying to touch it, The bird let you pet them. It felt soft, you felt calm for once in a long time, your multiple thoughts being reduced to the state of calmness you were currently in.

"What is that?" You heard one of the cookies squeal from far away, making you realice weren't currently in a safe place. Then you heard the sound of slicing from behind you, then screams of agony that were quickly turn into dead silence in the fraction of mere seconds.

The bird was quick to fly off, leaving you alone with a sense of dread.

"That was... soo boring!" You heard a masculine voice roar full of boredom, a voice you fully knew to who it belonged.

You quickly grabbed your weapon, holding it tight as you were full of fear, yet determination.

"Father!" The scream made burning spice cookie to turn it's head to look at you, you holded your sword upright towards him.

"This is wrong, very wrong" you said, trying to keep your voice as neutral. But he was your father and he knew you too well to know that you were having very conflicted feelings. "Stop, for what? Nothing changed for thousands of years, so I did something to change the path myself" He explained, you didn't recognize the person who was in front of you, you didn't recognized your father in any shape from long ago.

"Warming spice-" You said, quickly realicing your error and stopping your tracks, Burning Spice cookie looked at you with more hatred, yet for some reason he didn't attack you yet.

"My spice, you are betting for the losing team" He started with. "You could join us, the beasts. You will be strong, the strongest cookie between all of these weaklings." "So Spicy Y/n, will you join me,?" The thought of ever being by their side made your stomach churn.

"Remember how excited you got when you were youngef thinking about becoming the next ruler, do you want to give up that dream now?"

Listening to his proposal, that wouldn't be so bad, But... what are you thinking? You are just griefing about the past and how things used to be before "I... Can not..." You said between breaths, more slowly than you should have due to the shock, but you quickly recomposed yourself.

All of those cookies that would be alone and afraid with another threath...

"I will fight for us to go back to normal, even if I crumble in the process" You stated with pure determition, looking at burning spice cookie eyes, the hold of your weapon was more secure now. Your answer seemed to irritate yet awaken something in Burning spice you couldn't decipher.

You took the first strike, trying to hit him with you weapon yet he dodged it, he then tried to slice you with his axe like weapon. you barely managed to dodge it, But you did and you weren't going to back down any time soon.

For the next minutes you both fighted, one for a greater good and the other just for the thrill, but it was obvious who was the stronger one.

As time passed you have got more tired and weak, beong more reckless and slow in your movements too. But you can't give up now, not when you are soo close of winning...

Burning spice cookie threw his axe at you, you were going to dodge it but you could only gasp when you felt your jam blood start to paint your hands.

"D-dad?" You mumbled real shaky, as you instantly fell to the ground due to the pain. Something flashed in burning spice eyes, Something you recognized.

"Spicy reader cookie!" He screamed at you, more desperate. His voice wasn't as sweet and calm as warming spice's cookie was but it wasn't like the last time you heard it. It was... something in the middle of corruption and pureness.

Burning spice cookie kneeled to your side, yet he didn't touch you nor tried to heal you. "I thought that you were... stronger..." Burning spice cookie said with a conflicted voice. That made you uneasy "I should have trained to be stronger back then, so you and I wouldn't have ended like this..." you cried out, already feeling.

He seemed taken aback, but he quickly got up from where he was, watching as you slowly stopped breathing until your heart wasn't beating anymore. Not doing anything to help you change your fate, yet not willing to let you go.

"I'm sorry" a voice that sounded like warming spice said to you, in your last moments you got esctatic to be able to hear it one more time. "Warming spice cookie? I'm so glad I can hear you once more dad!" You said your last words with a cracky voice, that showed your happy sorrows, your eyes red from crying showing the brightest joy he has ever seen in a while from you, and the last.

You died believing that your dad finally got back to his senses even if it was through your death, which you would have been happy if that was like it, but it wasn't. Your death showed a very vulnerable piece of him that burning spice would never want to admit, and finally seeing you gone made him yet weaker, fall even more into the depths of darkness.

He was weak from the fight, since you took a lot of power out of him, but he feels a regret he doesn't know he will be able to repair, but yes to numb. How? Destroying everything that once reminded him of you.

———

After your death was announced burning spice was full of energy yet at the same time he was utterly heartbroken, while the other beasts were mad, completely mad and repeled and disgusted by Burning spice cookie. Causing a rift between all of the beast, to which in consequence made them constantly fight eachother, making them weak, mentally and physically.

The witches took advantage of their weak state due to the loss of a loved one. Caging the beast and sealing them far away from any cookies they could hurt. planting the seed of the Silver Tree around their cages to ensure their evil power never sees the light of day again. From then on, this land where the Beasts were put to sleep, was called Beast-Yeast.

Your name was deleted from history books, your appearance was forgotten, everything that you once said or did was destroyed beyond repair or removed, Everything you once were was gone. Only being remembered as the unnamed dead offspring of the beast of destruction. Everything was forgotten about you, except one thing. Your sacrifice.

You died by the hands of your own father, who has fell under the dark ways of corruption, and instead of taking the easy way and joining him you choosed to fight for the greater good. Which led to the beasts to be finally weakened enough to be put in their silver cage even if that lead to your innevitable death.

The witches knew one thing that the cookies did not, you were deserving of life. You did everything right in your life, your only wrong doing was being the child of a beast. So the witch that baked you knew one thing. You deserved a second chance, a rebirth. So you could live another life and this time have a happy ending.

But when? The witch decided you were going to be rebaked the moment you were found a worthy caretaker. Someone you could look up to and who wouldn't fall into the depths of darkness. Only when someone like that was found, you would be rebaked one more time.

Notes: It got a little lazy at the end, ignore it, I has to rewrite the whole Eternal dugar part since I wrote it a little before the update and I got tired due to that.

Also, there isn't really a lot of information about how were the beasts before corruption so i did my best. I also made Silent salt cookie gender neutral since I don't know their gender.

Comments, likes and reconstructive criticism are highly appreciated!

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[kryannoy]

Hi!!! can i request courting stages with windbreaker boys? Suo, sakura, nirei and sugishita maybe? Headcannons on they act and do as readers suitor:)? Thank you!

COURTING STAGES

genre: fluff, sfw

characters: sakura, suo

a/n: im sorry anon��🙏🏻i don't write for sugi or nirei. i love them but i don't find them appealing

SAKURA HARUKA

ATTRACTION: It was your hair. You seem to have dyed your hair into duotones but did you not get alienated by society? It made him wonder if you had similar troubles as him in the past. Or did you not care at all of what others think or say? He wanted to know more about you.

EXPLORATION: You were the one who came up to talk to him. He was eyeing you so intensely that you could feel it. When you look up and make eye contact with him, your face turns into shock. "Great, she must've think I'm a creep," he thought. But it was the opposite, you were shocked by his eyes. It made you want to talk to him, so you do. Soon, he was able to ask you his question he held on and realized you never dyed it. It was naturally white like his but yours looked perfectly placed. "I wished I had heterochromia because it looks cooler," you say in one of your conversations. "Instead, I'm stuck with this white patch of hair." Hearing that made him feel down but not for long because you immediately add, "But somehow, yours are perfectly symmetrical. It's cool!" You giggled at the end. He can sense your words are genuine.

DEEPENING: It took him awhile to be physical with you. He finds it endearing, and lovable that you are never bothered by it. You are never impatient and always lets him take his time that it bothers him instead! How are you always so calm about it and never seem to complain? It scares him that one day you might get bored and leave him. Sure there's plenty of fish in the sea, but to find one like you, will never be easy. Someone who doesn't judge him, someone who doesn't get disappointed at what he does, someone that loves him like your life depended on it. Someone who doesn't judge, right. You won't judge him nor be disappointed if he wants to hold your hand too. His hand kept fidgeting until he finally reached yours. That same surprised face the first time you met him showed on you. It wasn't judgemental, disappointment or disgust. It was admiration, envy and love.

COMMITMENT: From all the nice and sweet words, praises and encouragement throughout your years of being together, he had grown more comfortable with you. He has become more vocal when it comes to you. He's able to voice out his worries and wants a little bit more easier than the first few months of dating. You were happy and proud. But nothing made you happier than on the day he bent down on one knee and presented you a small velvet box with a shiny ring inside that he knows it fits you and your taste. And he knows he wants to be with you forever.

SUO HAYATO

ATTRACTION: Your personality attracted him. You were mature most of the time but have a childish side when it comes to the things you like. He loves to see that side of you comes out because that's the time you let your guard down, allowing him to see a bit of your vulnerable side. He loves to see your mature side because you will nag him like a mother for hurting his hands from a fight while bandaging the small cuts and massaging his sore fingers. He loves it because he knows you care about him.

EXPLORATION: He was too straightforward at times but not to the point that it will hurt your feelings. He has done it but it was for jokes. When he said he likes you, you thought he wasn't being serious because of all the lies he likes to spit out for his entertainment. So you didn't take it seriously. But when his actions are more flirtatious than usual, the distance between you two is smaller, and his eye is serious, you realize he wasn't joking this time. It was a roller-coaster ride for this phase. Sometimes, the things he likes are the things you don't—and he loves to tease you about it—but you two learned how to compromise with each other and the process deepened your relationship with him.

DEEPENING: He didn't hesitate to hold your hand for the first time. You were on a date, walking with him. He just felt like holding your hand that time so he asked for permission first. He was truly happy to hear you're okay with it. In crowded places, he will subconsciously pull you closer to his chest so he won't lose you. It's the kind where he grabs your farther shoulder and pulls you in. That's his habit. He even does it even before he asks to hold hands. He also doesn't mind—and loves it deeply—when you cling onto his arm because he always has his hands held together behind his back. When you do this, his existing smile stretches even more. Sometimes you can almost see the flowers and shine around him from how elated he is.

COMMITMENT: He was quick to notice that he wants you in his life. He wants you in both of your house, he wants to see you behind the kitchen counter preparing dinner after he comes back from patrol, he wants to help you carry the heavy laundry bag and do the laundry for you, he wants to kiss your forehead or your lips before leaving for work, he wants to make tea for you. He doesn't get scared of the commitment because he can take on that responsibility like an adult. And of course, he has a ring on one hand, waiting for you to say yes but allowing you to take deep breaths after crying from joyfulness.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

when it hits, i'll be there.

masterlist requests word count: 1.6k

a/n: i'm really sorry everyone! i know i said i was going to post yesterday but I got injured pretty badly at my game and I'm out for the next few weeks so maybe more fics for you all lol. yeah, sorry again, I was just in a lot of pain and found it hard to get motivation for writing. anyway, enjoy! genre: angst to comfort warnings: social anxiety, panic attacks.

summary: you don’t mean to fall apart at his celebration, but when you do, it’s pedri who finds you - quietly, gently, like he’s always does.

You knew it was a mistake the moment the elevator doors opened. 

The lounge is packed. People laughing, clinking glasses. Cameras flashing. The hum of too many voices buzzing beneath the surface like static in your brain. You should’ve said no. Or stayed in the car. Or pretended you were sick. Or just said, “I’ll meet you later.”

But Pedri looked so happy. So excited to bring you this small post-match celebration for the Copa del Rey, a victory dinner for the team, nothing too huge, just the players, their partners, their families, and some staff.

Just enough people to make your hands go sweaty. 

You’ve never liked crowds. And lately, with general life stress and not much good sleep, your tolerance is even lower. You told yourself it would be. You’d stick close to him. Smile when necessary. One hour, maybe two. Then back to the hotel room. 

But within minutes, he’s swept into a conversation with Ferran, who’s waving over more teammates from across the room. Someone else offers you a drink. 

You take it. 

Not because you want it, or are thirsty, but because it gives you something to hold. Something to focus on. 

And when you finally catch Pedri’s eyes from across the room, you give him a small smile - a lie you’ve mastered. He sends one right back, warm and soft and proud. He mouths, “¿Estás bien (are you okay)?” 

You nod.

Lie number two. 

The room gets louder.

Someone near you spills their drink. Another person brushes against your back too close, too casually. The ceiling lights feel like interrogation beams. Your breath begins to shorten before you even notice. You can’t hear what the woman next to you is saying. You laugh anyway. 

Fake. Distant. 

You find a wall. Lean against it.

You scan for Pedri. He’s in conversation still, nodding, charming, his eyes crinkling as he laughs. You’re glad he’s happy. You don’t want to ruin that. 

But your heart is racing now, fast. Too fast. 

You try grounding yourself. Five things you can see. Four things you can touch.

Your palms sting.

Your chest tightens. 

Three things you can hear.

One - someone calling Pedri’s name.

Two - a phone camera clicking. 

Three - your own breath, stuttering and shallow. 

You can’t do this. 

You turn quickly, heading for the bathroom. You keep your face neutral. You don’t want anyone to stop you. If they try, you’ll cry. You know it. 

The hallway is better. Calmer. 

You walk through the restroom door, it’s quiet. That’s all you need.

You slip into the last stall, lock the door, and sit on the floor, back against the cubicle wall, curling into yourself, your hands trembling. Your chest is tightening, breath is coming too fast. Your knees press to your chest. You try to stay quiet. 

You can’t.

Your whole body feels like it isn’t listening to your brain, like it’s betraying you. Your breathing stutters. A whimper escapes. Your hands are icy cold, and your vision feels like it’s going dark at the edges. You clench your jaw, press your fists into the tops of your thighs. 

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

The sound of the bathroom door opening barely registers in your mind. 

You freeze.

Footsteps, measured and steady, moving softly across the bathroom tile. 

You hold your breath, heart pounding. Please don’t see me. Please don’t hear this. Please don’t know. 

There’s a pause just outside your stall. Then, the sound of someone shifting. Not leaving. Just… listening. 

It’s too late when you realise what gave you away.

Your shoes. The ones Pedri picked out and gifted you for your birthday. The same ones Rosy, his mamá, has complimented before the match. 

You’re not sure how long she will stand there. 

You know it’s her. She knows it’s you. Still, neither of you say anything. 

But then the footsteps move again and the bathroom door opens once more.

And closes. 

She’s gone. 

You’re trying to breathe, trying not to make noise, but your chest convulses, your ribs hurt, your fingers are numb and trembling. 

It’s not the first time.

But it’s been a while.

You feel small and ashamed. Embarrassed. You’d told Pedri things were fine. That you could handle it. And now you’re shaking on a random hotel bathroom floor like a scared little kid.

You try the counting thing again. Sometimes it helps. 

Five things. Five-

You’re still shaking, head spinning, world tilting, when the door opens again. 

Then, a voice you could recognise from anywhere. 

“¿Mi alma?”

Pedri. 

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Can you open the door for me?” 

You feel like you can’t move in. Frozen in place. Frozen in time. But somehow, you find your hands shakily twisting the lock on the cubicle door. You barely get it open before just takes you in - crumpled on the floor, eyes wet, lips pale and trembling, your hands white-knuckled against your legs.

“Oh, Y/N…”

You turn your face, trying to hide. 

“Please go,” you choke out. “I’m okay… I just- I just need a second.”

He turns your face back to look at him. “No seas tonta (don’t be silly). You’re not ‘okay’ at all.”

You gently brush his hands off your cheeks. “You have people out there. Teammates and friends and- and- and I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

He looks at you like you’ve just stabbed him. 

“Embarrass me?” 

You feel his arms gently wrap around your back. He doesn’t try and pull you to your feet or move you at all. He just holds you there, grounded. Present. Calming. A hand running up and down your spine. 

“Amor, mírame (love, look at me).”

You do, slowly. 

“I would rather walk out of every press event, every match, every conversation in my life than ever see you suffer alone like this again. “No tienes que ocultármelo (you don’t have to hide this from me). No debería ser algo de lo que avergonzarte (it shouldn’t be something you’re ashamed of). Y a mí, desde luego, no me avergüenza (and i’m certainly not embarrassed of it).”

You hiccup softly, tears burning down your cheek. “I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

“My night is only good if you’re okay too.”

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, not caring if your smudged makeup gets on his shirt. “You’re not some burden to me, ¿lo sabes (you know)?”

You start crying again - this time, not from panic. Just overwhelmed. He holds you through it all. 

At some point, he sits down properly and pulls you sideways into his lap, your cheek pressed against his firm chest, his heartbeat right next to your ear. Strong and steady. 

Beating for you. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, once the storm in your brain quiets. “It just… it hit so fast. I didn’t see it coming.”

“I know,” he murmurs, “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologise for how you react. That’s not really your fault.”

You shake your head weakly. “You’re not understanding. I’ve been doing better lately. I didn’t want you to think that I was getting bad again.”

Pedri tilts your chin so you have to look at him. 

“Going through something hard isn’t ‘getting bag again’. It’s being human. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The words feel soothing. 

Safe. Genuine. 

“Te amo,” you whisper, like it’s a secret.

“Te amo,” he whispers back, like it’s a promise. 

Minutes later, when your breath has steadied and the walls don’t feel so much like they’re closing in, he helps you to your fet. You feel shaky, but stronger with him beside you. 

“Do you want to leave?” he asks softly. 

You mod. 

He slips his hoodie over your head and walks the two of you out of the bathroom without a second thought. Doesn’t say goodbye to anyone. Doesn’t check over his shoulder to see if anyone is filming. 

Only keeps his arm snug around your waist.

The walk through the hotel is quiet. Peaceful.

His fingers never leave yours. 

When you reach the room, he helps you change into soft clothes, tucks a blanket around you, and brings you a drink. He doesn’t hover, helicopter or smother. He just stays close, offering quiet comfort the way only someone who really knows you can. 

At one point, you whisper, “Do you still want me to come to things like that? After today?”

Pedri looks genuinely confused. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t want to make you worry.”

“I’d rather be worried than smile without you.”

Your throat tightens again. 

“And, inevitably, when we do something like that again,” he adds, “We’ll have a aplan. We don’t even have to stay the whole time. We’ll make signals. We can go together, leave together. You never need to be stuck like that again.”

You lean into him, your head resting in the crook of his neck. His arms tighten around you. 

“I’m proud of you, you know?” he says quietly.

“For what?” “For being honest. For trying. For getting through it.”

You let the silence stretch for a while, but it’s warm now. Comfortable. 

Then you whisper something you hadn’t let yourself believe before;

“Thank you for not making me feel broken.”

He shakes his head against your hair. “You’re not broken. You’re the strongest person that I know.”

And he kisses you, it’s not rushed, dramatic or particularly passionate. Just slow. Certain. 

You fall asleep in his arms that night - not because you’ve forgotten how panicked and overwhelmed you felt, but because, for once, it doesn’t own you.

Because someone saw you at your worst… and stayed. 

And somehow, with him there, it starts making the world feel okay again.

[jordosprout]

Ahh hi thank you for tagging!!!

Fav Colors:

I really like aquamarines, turquoises, teals, blues, cyans, greens, oranges, pinks....yellows,, the list goes on and on- Im an incredibly indecisive person as it shows. But I like colors that give the vibes of a clean thriving ocean if that makes any sense

Last Song: Surface by Nobyn- Followed by Oldest I've Ever Felt by Late Night Thoughts

Currently Craving: Desperately wanting sushi right now, I tried it for the first time uh.. maybe 8 months ago?? But ever since then it's become one of my favorites.

Coffee or Tea: Agh this fluctuates a lot! Lately I've been craving tea, but I have a mild caffeine addiction so I drink a lotta coffee/energy drinks. But Pink Lemon Ginger is my favorite tea atm!!

Currently Reading Writing: Not actually reading anything at the moment! So here are some snippets of 3 WIP fics, newest to oldest ;]c

Lost Signal: A Tech x Reader TBB long-term fixit fic (305 words so far, NOT THE LENGTH OF THE SNIPPET)

Description/AN: This is a "Tech is CX-2" fix it fic taking place after the end of season 3, but not after the time skip. The reader feels like they're not ready to settle on Pabu, so they take off on their own whilst avoiding the empire. Eventually, they get a message from an unknown sender.

You couldn’t bring yourself to settle on Pabu. The nerves in your body vibrated with an unignorable restlessness you couldn’t remedy. Like you were a magnet and the planet matched your polarity, pushing you off from under your feet.

There was an attempt to ignore the feeling, and all that did was make you feel more claustrophobic. You spent many nights staring at the not-yet-familiar constellations. The bones under your skin itched, telling you it wasn’t time for peace yet.

Alarms Blaring: A Tech x Reader TBB one-shot anxiety attack comfort fic request (1268 words so far, NOT THE LENGTH OF THE SNIPPET)

Description/AN: I'm so sorry but I love traumatizing self inserts/reader- so the snippet is going to be of my favorite part of what I have drafted rn,,, that being said traumatization. This reader is going to be written to have GAD (like myself). Their circumstances resulted in them being a medic for the clone rebellion (they're not a clone), before joining clone force 99. They have an anxiety attack as a result of catastrophizing all the possible hazards they didn't prepare for. (I have a lot of personal experience with catastrophizing and I felt it would make sense for this reader)

WARNING: THIS HAS SOME DESCRIPTIONS OF UNSPECIFIED BG CHARACTERS BEING EATEN-

You remembered the sounds.

The sound of the shuttle being struck down by lightning after your pilot skillfully managed to avoid enemy fire. The sound of alarms raging above you, notifying the crew that a crash landing was imminent. The sound of the hull scraping against trees and rock. The sound of footsteps that helplessly ran. The sound of many who were trapped beneath the rubble. The sound of human bone crunching in the maws of beasts. The sound of begging screams of those who weren’t fortunate enough to be dead.

Deep guttural hums reverberated through the trees. Reminding you that you were not alone. That at any moment, the electricity behind your eyes could be suddenly cut off. That night was nothing short of a massacre, the only survivors being you and the clone you were sent to save.

Look at the Brightside: A Hunter x Reader one-shot comfort fic request (1493 words so far, NOT THE LENGTH OF THE SNIPPET)

Description/AN: This is a long long overdue request that I struggled a lot with for some reason. Reader feels aimless now that they are finally free from the empire. What is one to do once they complete the long term goal that kept them going?

You looked out of your bedroom window of your new home on Pabu. Omega was playing with her friends, and the boys were off elsewhere. The sun hung high in the sky, it’s reflection a shimmering ballet on the planet's waters. Today was objectively perfect in every way.

Somehow, that made you feel worse.

The first couple of months on Pabu were easy. You kept yourself occupied with the construction of the beach house that the townsfolk had eagerly started when the Batch decided you were all here to stay. It was easily decided that you would be housed together for the time-being.

Furnishing your house was quickly handled, every family wanting to do their part on welcoming the new neighbors. The house was soon made comfortable with hand crafted furniture. Plenty of shelves on your walls, ready to be filled with the memories you were all to make.

But now that it is all over, no diversions were left: no goals, no missions, nothing. Not a single thing you could think of to keep yourself busy. There was nothing left to keep you going.

You huffed out of your nose as you closed the blinds. You should be out there with the people you fought with, the people you fought for.

You wanted to try to enjoy this life, terribly so. But the idea of possibly failing kept you from trying. 

It’s the first time in who knows how long that you got personal with your thoughts, and they weren’t going to let you ignore them; Now that there wasn’t blaster fire whipping past your ears, the end of a mission to look forward to, or adrenaline pumping through your veins. A slimy guilt sunk in your gut for missing the chaos.

You feel hopeless- aimless. What were you supposed to do now? You couldn't even remember what you fought for. You knew you wanted freedom. But what were you supposed to do with it?

What do you do once freedom becomes tangible? When you reach the goal that was supposed to be impossible? You weren’t exactly certain, you never thought past that point.

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Last song: Alexander Hamilton (Sped Up Nightcore) - Lin-Manuel Miranda, OBC Hamilton

Currently Reading: Republic Commando: Hard Contact (but for now i'm busy writing for deadlines so i'll pick it up again i promise)

Currently Craving: cloobies (clone boobies—no thanks to some ppl who drew them yesterday), commando cuddle, pearl milk tea, and some REALLY spicy fried chicken man

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[somewherewithouttaxes]

Well if u insist, can we get some brain rot romantic relationship headcanons of Gambit and Nightcrawler (separate) from X-Men 97??

Holy crap I don't know when you sent this in but I know it was an ungodly amount of time ago. I completely either didn't see it or looked at it and said "I'll do this later" and did, in fact, NOT do it later.

Geez, I'm so sorry. You get a free mozzarella stick for your multi-month wait.

You asked for brain rot, but I'm gonna give you both brain rot and sincere headcanons for both. I can't believe I haven't done headcanons for them on my own.

GAMBIT

serious

as much as I hate to admit it, he would keep you a secret for a while

if you know "Guilty as Sin?" vibes, that. He'll have that going on for at least the first month

you called him out on it, to which he didn't even realize he was doing it. He's so used to hiding his relations that it has become second nature to him. That, and he assumed it's what you wanted. He's still convinced that no one could ever tolerate/love a swamp rat such as he

if you don't communicate with this man, nothing will ever get done. I'm talking clearly worded contracts that have to be signed and notarized for every expectation in your relationship

will try so hard not to make things awkward surrounding Rogue, but that in itself makes it awkward

but he's trying

likes to track down physical copies of music you like

can and will cut/style your hair for you

for your first Valentine's Day, he would do all the most cheesy and cliche things a boyfriend could give/do for his person, just because he likes the novelty of it. He didn't have the type of teenagerhood where he could've been that cringey teenager type with Belladonna, so he's doing it now

that being said, when the second Valentine's and on comes around this man is locking. in.

he's setting up a private dinner for you two, either homemade or courtesy of a friend of a friend who owns a fine restaurant in the city

for fem!readers:

whether or not it's homemade depends on your mood/menstrual cycle

(he knows you get like 3x hornier when he home cooks for you, so if a holiday correlates with the right phase of your cycle he's gonna become gordon ramsay)

(but then that's also not to say he's squeamish about certain phases over the others. It's out of consideration for you and your self image)

anyway back to the show

brain rot

wants to be a sugar daddy so badly. He has sugar daddy blood in his veins. Too bad he has no more than $500 to his name

if someone invented a powder or something that could grant you material objects, he would snort it. And then he would use his snorted genie powder to wish you things into existence

he sugar daddy spoils you with physical affection, though

and food. The minute he doesn't jump up and launch into orbit at the request to make dinner with you, you know your relationship may actually be done for

if you don't like crayfish and/or shrimp, he'll stop eating it entirely for you. Because one time he ate shrimp a few minutes before kissing you and you tasted it and were uncomfortable. And it made him so sad to be the reason you were mildly uncomfortable

you tell him not to stop eating stuff he likes. Don't do that. That's silly (derogatory)

does he listen and/or care? No.

NIGHTCRAWLER

serious

would rather start World War 3 than say anything that's slightly not a compliment to/about you

Kurt is such a calm and generally peace-making guy, but the millisecond someone makes a derogatory comment about your body he will be in the trenches

if it's an enemy who's taunting/harassing you, that person will discover just how much of a weapon his tail can be

will change his diet for you without a second thought

cannot cut/style your hair for you if paid. Cannot if you and Rogue were being tied up and held at gunpoint. Cannot if you got on your knees and begged him with tears in your eyes. He can't do it.

he CAN shop for you, though

he picks up on what you like very quickly, especially if you're into fashion in any capacity

for Christmas and birthdays he always has two parts to his gift: one part something useful that you've proven you need, one part fun clothing that you've been dreamy-eyed staring at in the mall for weeks

scene: you're window shopping while walking down the sidewalk to a destination. You make a pit stop in one of your favorite clothing stores (for the aesthetic, but you could never buy anything). You ogle a few pieces and point them out to him. When you reach one that has you particularly entranced and smiling, he looks at the price tag. You basically slap it out of his hand and say "it's $75!"

"not it isn't."

you check again. "Yes, it is!"

"no it isn't."

and he buys it for you

if he has to/chooses to return to Germany for a trip or something, and you ask to go with him, he can and will whip out the ring he bought months ago and get down on one knee RIGHT THERE

brain rot

is one of those boyfriends to be like "this one's for you" when shooting a hoop and completely miss

you once had a can of La Croix because it was free and only stupid people don't consume free food/drink. He tasted it. And then considered whether or not breaking up with you was worth it

you introduced him to Oreos and now he's an Oreo fiend

had to have a few team members help him act out how to meet your parents in the days leading up to his first dinner with them because babygirl was so nervous

then ended up bamfing into the kitchen with fear and scaring your mom at the skillet. Rice and chicken went flying

if you live on Genosha with him (or went to the party with Magneto and Gang), he actually almost passed out when he saw your party outfit. Like eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell

caught himself though

then wanted to do some rated R things to you in said outfit, but didn't want to risk ruining your whole thing

Again, I'm so sorry for however long a wait that was. Please un-blacklist me if you're really serious like that. I don't know. There are all types of species of people on this god forsaken app.

please like, reblog, comment, all the things :)

[baraturts]

Hi, Baraturts!

I am the guy on BlueSky who requested you make the art on Donnie doing some super kinky stuff with one of his brothers! This is just my non-freaky blog hehe

So, I just wanted to ask, what would you think some of the turtles kinkiest interests would be? Here’s some that I think:

Donnie, as I mentioned before, is the freaky freak of the brothers. I’d say he’s into a bunch of control stuff, being super into sounding, orgasm control, and other stuff like that. Along with the other BDSM stuffs lol

Leo I’d say is the most vanilla (which was good for the drawing since Donnie would make him do much more kinky stuff). I’d say he’s just more into basic sex, maybe having a bit of an interest in musk. Working out, fighting the bad guys, and getting worked up from the smell his brothers get.

Raph would be SUPER into being dominant. Completely dominating his brothers and making sure he had control over how the sexy scenarios went. BUT. I also say he’d have the ittiest bittiest little urge to have one of the others completely destroy him. But he’d never admit it.

Mikey would be into the weirder stuff along with being into the stuff his brothers are into. Musk, bondage, being dominated, and being the dominant one along with a lot more. While I do still think Donnie would be the one into the darkest stuff, I’d say Mikey would have the most kinks in general.

I’d love to know what you think they’re into! Sorry for the long one hehe

Hey there! Thank you for the request on BS, it was quite a fun one, hehe. (to anyone reading, not taking requests right now, as I'm working on Magnet)

As one would guess, I've had my thoughts on the turtles kinks and I might as well use this opportunity to share some. Obviously, I don't share all your head canons (since we're... you know, different people) but some do line up a bit.

Donnie: Big voyeur, likes watching and has cameras set up in certain common areas so that he can sit back and enjoy when others are having some "fun time". Is completely transparent about it, off course. So if someone wants privacy, they can just go to their rooms or an area that is not monitored. Obviously likes his kinky gadgets a lot and get's very excited when he gets the chance to use them on any of the others. Stuff like sounding, electro stimulation, fucking machines etc. Occasionally combined with edging. Also uses a lot of them on him self, you know, for... "testing purposes".

Leo: "Loss of control" is a major kink for him. Any kind of restriction, sensory deprivation and submission gets his engine going. Shibari/Kinbaku is off course a personal favorite. Not all the time to the full extent, off course. Can even be a bit of a bower-bottom when the mood strikes. But some times he really needs to let go of those "leader" rains, and let go of them hard! Likes getting rimmed, prostate stimulation and high-quality toys, preferably stainless steel. In to some impact-play and other rougher acts, but don't leave marks in visible places!

Raph: The most vanilla, probably. Likes dominating, but using his hands, mouth, tongue and dick instead of most toys. In to dirty-talk (but only in appropriate situations, Mikey has made him groan on more then one occasion) Ass-eating champion! Will loose contact with most of his braincells when seeing his partner in a jock-strap. Not opposed to having his face sat on. Not suuper in to being restrained during, he likes having his options open, but not completely put off by it. Likes doing things the old-fashioned way, not in to too many nick-knacks and doohickeys, but does enjoy using rope in play. The guy known his way around yarn already, so it comes pretty natural to him.

Mikey: Likes... everything! Okay, not everything. But most things that are more on the playful side of the spectrum. In to role-playing, sexy get-ups, exhibitionisms, "surprise" sex and such. The blow job champion! Just really enjoys sucking pickles, what more can I say. Can deepthroat. Digs rimming, both giving and receiving. Loves his toys, be it flesh lights, butt plugs, dildos, you name it. If it has some cool colors and/or glows in the dark, even better. Likes bothering Donnie with all his wacky ideas for sex toys and Don tries indulging him as best as he can. Also "group activities" are high on his list. Very versatile guy. He's here to party, dude!

Edit: These are just my personal head canons, off course. You can like anything you want your self.

[pankesitopank]

Ateez reaction to their girl bestie being sad because she’ll “never get to wear jewelry from her boyfriend” since she’s never been in a relationship before? I’m all for secret crush ifykyk 👀

Cw:fluff fluff fluff!!!!!, secret crush (them to you), emotional comfort, best friends to lovers kinda, soft angst, slow burn feelings, love confessions (sort of)

note: OMG IT TOOK ME SO LONG WITH THIS. SORRY. THIS WEEK KILLED ME.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, again, but between not feeling inspired, I had to take the worst exam of MY LIFE!!! I hope it's what you had in mind, for me it ended up really cute.

I'm on my way to finish the other requests I have left!!!!!!!

HONGJOONG

You didn’t mean to say it aloud.

It slipped past your lips like a secret too heavy to hold in your chest, quiet and fragile in the soft lighting of Hongjoong’s studio, where you always ended up when the weight of the world felt just a little too sharp. He’d turned in his chair when he heard you sigh—deep and hollow, like something had cracked inside you—and asked, in that careful voice of his, “You okay?”

You shrugged, chewing on your nail. “Just tired.”

But he didn’t look away.

And that’s when it came out, barely more than a whisper. “ fuck I’ll probably never get to wear anything from a boyfriend.”

He blinked. Once. Twice. And you immediately regretted it, eyes wide as you rushed to explain.

“I mean—I didn’t mean it like that. It’s stupid. I just—like, I see all these girls getting bracelets or necklaces or cute rings and they always look so happy and loved and I’ve never—” You stopped yourself, suddenly hating your own vulnerability. “Forget it.”

But Hongjoong didn’t forget things like that.

He turned back to his desk slowly, like he was giving you space, but you noticed the way his fingers fidgeted with the chain around his neck—something he did when he was thinking too fast to speak. You assumed the moment had passed. That he’d let it go.

He didn’t.

A week later, he texted you late at night. Come by the studio if you’re still up.

You found him sitting on the couch, a velvet pouch between his fingers.

“What’s this?” you asked, confused but curious.

He looked up at you, expression unreadable for a heartbeat before softening. “Open it.”

Inside was a delicate silver bracelet—dainty, feminine, with tiny charms that matched your aesthetic so well it stunned you. A small crescent moon. A charm shaped like a tiny pen. A heart. It was exactly the kind of thing you would’ve chosen for yourself if you’d ever dared to imagine someone giving you one.

You looked up at him, jaw slack. “Hongjoong, what is this?”

He leaned back, arms crossed—not smug, but careful. Guarded. “It’s not boyfriend jewelry. Not unless you want it to be,” he said, voice rougher than usual. “But I don’t like hearing you say things like that. Because you deserve that kind of love. And if no one else is brave enough to give it to you…” He swallowed. “I am.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Because suddenly, that night in the studio didn’t feel like a casual comment anymore. It felt like the turning point.

And when he clasped the bracelet around your wrist himself—his hands shaking just a little—you knew this wasn’t just a gift.

It was a confession.

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa noticed the shift before you ever spoke it.

You were quieter than usual, lingering in doorways like your thoughts were too loud to settle. It wasn’t dramatic or attention-seeking—if anything, it was subtle. But Seonghwa was the kind of person who paid attention to silences more than words.

So when you looked down at a display case in a store and mumbled, “I guess I’ll never get something like that from someone,” he didn’t laugh it off.

He looked at you, really looked at you, and asked gently, “Why not?”

You shrugged, like it didn’t matter. “I’ve never even been in a relationship. No one’s ever looked at me like that.”

He didn’t reply at first.

Just walked next to you a little more quietly than before, thoughtful in that way that meant something was building in his mind.

Two days later, you found a small white box on your doorstep, tied with a silver ribbon. No note. No explanation. But the moment you opened it, your heart stopped.

Inside was a pair of earrings—small, intricate, and glimmering with soft white stones that caught the light like dew. Beautiful. Understated. Exactly your style.

You didn’t have to wonder for long.

Your phone buzzed with a message from Seonghwa.

“They reminded me of you. I hope that doesn’t sound weird.”

You blinked down at your phone, warmth blooming in your chest.

“It doesn’t,” you typed back. “They’re beautiful.”

Another pause, then his reply came.

“I think you deserve to feel beautiful. Even if no one’s said it enough.”

Your hands trembled a little as you picked up the earrings again.

Because Seonghwa didn’t say things unless he meant them with his whole heart.

And maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t just a kind gesture.

Maybe it was a beginning.

YUNHO

You’d meant it as a joke. Sort of.

You and Yunho were walking through a mall, passing a cute boutique with charm necklaces, and you’d pointed at a heart-shaped locket in the window with a dramatic sigh. “Imagine getting something like that from a boyfriend. Must be nice.”

Yunho laughed, bumping your shoulder. “You’re so dramatic.”

You snorted. “I’ll die single and jewel-less. The curse of being everyone’s favorite ‘just a friend.’”

He rolled his eyes, but you missed the way his smile faltered.

That night, he stayed up scrolling online stores, second-guessing every color and style. It was insane—he knew it. But the idea of you feeling unloved made something twist painfully in his chest.

A week later, you were hanging out in his room when he suddenly shoved a little bag into your hands.

“What’s this?” you asked, frowning.

“Just open it.”

Inside was a charm necklace—simple but meaningful. A tiny star and a single letter charm. Yours.

You stared. “Yunho…”

He scratched the back of his neck. “It’s not a big deal. I just—I don’t like hearing you talk like that. Like no one wants to give you things. Because I do. I’ve wanted to for a while.”

Your heart nearly burst.

Because Yunho never said things without laughter in his voice—but this time, he was completely serious.

And you didn’t even notice when your fingers slid into his, holding tight.

YEOSANG

Yeosang didn’t say anything when you told him.

You were lying on the couch beside him, scrolling through pictures of couple jewelry on social media and murmured, half-laughing, “damn i don't think I’ll ever get to post stuff like that… I'm kinda jel”

He didn’t tease.

Didn’t joke.

He just turned to you with that unreadable look—the one that made your heart race for reasons you tried hard to ignore—and nodded slowly.

“You’ll get it one day,” he said softly. “Someone’s going to see you and just… know.”

You scoffed. “nah I think I’m invisible when it comes to love, relationships and all that, you know?”

Yeosang frowned, then looked down at his phone, typing something quickly. He left the room for what it felt like 20 or even 30 minutes.

And returned with a tiny velvet box in hand.

He placed it in your lap without ceremony, settling beside you like it was nothing.

You opened it carefully, and nearly choked.

Inside was a gold-plated bracelet, etched with tiny stars and the first letter of your name. Dainty. Beautiful. Thoughtful.

You stared at him. “Yeosang—what—why?”

He didn’t meet your eyes at first. Just said, “Because you’re not invisible. And I hate the idea of you thinking no one sees how special you are.”

Your voice cracked. “Is this… friend jewelry?”

His gaze finally met yours, something burning beneath the surface. “Only if you want it to be.”

And you knew, right then, that he’d been watching you all along. Quietly. Deeply. Hoping for the chance to give you more than you ever thought to ask for.

SAN

You said it while you were fiddling with your necklace, eyes glazed over with that far-off, sad little smile San hated more than anything.

“Sometimes I think I’ll never get to wear something from a boyfriend… or from anyone at this point”

It wasn’t bitter. Just… resigned. Quiet. The way people say things they’ve made peace with, even though it still hurts.

San froze for a second. You didn’t notice.

Because if you had, you would’ve seen how his hand clenched around the soda can he was holding. How his smile slipped just a little. How your words—so casually dropped—landed in his chest like a stone in still water.

“Why would you think that?” he asked, carefully neutral.

You shrugged, curling your knees up to your chest. “I’ve just never dated. No one’s ever looked at me like that… like someone to love for more than… what? a month? two weeks? I don’t know”

He scoffed before he could stop himself. “That’s bullshit.”

You blinked at him.

“Seriously,” he added, this time softer. “If you think people aren’t looking at you like that, you're not looking hard enough.”

And he meant it.

Because San had looked at you like that for more than a year.

But every time he got close to telling you, something held him back. Fear, maybe. Or timing. Or that stupid, selfish part of him that wanted to stay your best friend forever if it meant never losing you.

So he said nothing.

But he did start working on something.

He’d seen the way your eyes lit up when you passed the booth at the street market that sold handmade accessories—specifically, the braided string bracelets with beads. You’d lingered there too long. Touched one. Smiled softly. Then walked away like you didn’t deserve it.

San went back alone the next day.

And a week later, he handed you a tiny paper bag with a shiny red string bracelet inside. Simple. Beautiful. Beads spelling your name in a soft rosie gold letters.

You stared at it like it was magic.

“Sannie…?”

He grinned. “I know it’s not fancy or anything, but I made sure it’s strong enough to last… is waterproof too.” He added with a soft smile

Your throat tightened. “Why?”

His gaze met yours. “Because I want you to wear something from someone who actually sees you.”

And there it was.

Not quite a confession.

But definitely not just a gift.

MINGI

You didn’t even realize you’d said it until Mingi went completely silent.

You were lying on his bed, scrolling on your phone while he played soft music from the speaker. Something slow, jazzy, romantic—almost painfully romantic—and that’s probably why your voice came out so wistful.

“How I would like to wear those cute little couple jewelry or something cringey like that. I’ll probably never, I think… that kinda sucks.”

He turned to look at you, his smile quite gone but not completely so you don't notice.

“Why would you say that?”

You shrugged, brushing it off. “It’s not a big deal.”

But Mingi took things like this personally.

Because when Mingi cared, he cared. And you were his person. His ride or die. The one who’d seen him through anxiety spirals and late-night breakdowns. The one who brought him snacks to the studio and sat on the floor just to keep him company.

You deserved the world.

So if he couldn’t be your boyfriend—not yet, not while he was still hiding all this love in the corners of his smile—then damn it, he’d be the next best thing.

The next time you visited his place, there was a small black box on your spot on the bed.

You eyed it suspiciously. “What is this?”

He flopped down beside you, playing it cool. “Just something I saw and thought of you.”

Inside was a necklace—silver, with a pendant shaped like a tiny lightning bolt. Simple. Sleek. Fierce. Just like you.

“Mingi—”

He waved a hand. “Don’t overthink it. I just figured if no boyfriend’s stepped up, I’ll do it for him.”

You raised a brow. “So… you’re my fake boyfriend now?”

He shrugged. “Only until someone real shows up.”

Your chest ached. “And if no one does?”

He turned, eyes suddenly serious. “Then I’ll keep doing it. Forever, if I have to.”

And you didn’t know it yet, but Mingi had bought a matching necklace too.

He just hadn’t had the guts to wear it in front of you yet.

WOOYOUNG

You said it as a joke.

Of course you did—because sadness made you awkward, and teasing made it easier to hide the ache in your chest.

You’d been watching a K-drama together, some swoony scene where the guy slipped a ring onto the girl’s finger under fairy lights and fireworks, and you’d muttered, “Lmao couldn’t be me. I’ll die fucking alone with naked hands”

Wooyoung had laughed at first. Then stopped. Then looked at you like you’d grown a second head.

“Why would you say something so cursed?”

You grinned. “Only facts come out of my mouth.”

He shook his head violently. “No. Nope. Rejected. Banned. You? Never getting a boyfriend or a cute lil ring or some shit like that?? Please.”

You shrugged, sipping your drink. “Guess I’m just not that type.”

He got weirdly quiet after that.

The next time he came over, he was jittery. Twitchy. Acting like he was hiding something. And after an hour of pacing and pretending like he didn’t have a small box in his pocket, he finally shoved it into your hands.

You opened it, expecting a prank.

What you got was a silver ring—minimalist, delicate, with a tiny red gem that sparkled like fire.

Your jaw dropped.

“Wooyoung…?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Okay so like, I’ve had this for a while. I saw it and thought it looked like you. Fire-y. Cute. You know.”

You blinked. “You’ve had it?”

“Yeah. I was gonna wait for your birthday or something but then you said that dumb thing about no one giving you jewelry and I panicked.”

You laughed—but you were blushing now, heart racing.

“And… are you giving this as a friend?”

His eyes flicked up to yours. “Do you want it to be?”

And in that moment, all the teasing in the world couldn’t hide the truth in his eyes.

JONGHO

Jongho heard your voice from the kitchen.

He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop—you were on the phone with a mutual friend, just talking casually, but the words hit him like a punch to the gut.

“No girl, you know I’ve never dated… I don’t know, I feel like I’m just not the kind of girl guys give attention like that… like, you remember, I dated a few guys but none of them lasted long enough to be introduced to my parents, imagine... much less lasted for a sad one month anniversary or some gift like a box of chocolates, a teddy bear or a necklace, ring, some earrings, y’know? Like, I've tried, you know that, it never works for me, maybe I'm just not anyone type I dont know girl.”

You laughed after, like it was nothing.

But Jongho couldn’t let it go.

Not because he disagreed—but because he completely disagreed. In his eyes you are more than cute. More than worthy. You are strong, loyal, radiant. The kind of person who made his chest tighten just by walking into a room.

That night, he sat at his desk for hours, scouring websites until he found the exact thing.

Two days later, he handed you a small, square box without saying much.

You frowned. “What’s this?”

He shrugged. “Open it.”

Inside was a pair of earrings—small hoops with a delicate, carved vine detail. Elegant but bold. Feminine but powerful.

“Jongho…” You blinked at them. “They’re gorgeous.”

“I know,” he said simply. “So are you.”

You looked up fast.

He held your gaze, voice steady. “Don’t think about yourself like that again. You deserve everything. And if no one else gives it to you…” His expression softened. “I will.”

And that was the first time you realized Jongho had been looking at you not just as a best friend—

—but as the person he was quietly, completely falling for.

[mxtxfanatic]

Hello, hope you are doing well… I'm sorry it's going to be so long, it's just that I was going through Heaven’s Official Blessing’s wiki... When I first read it, I had a very uneasy feeling I couldn’t quite pinpoint. But after reading your meta about Mu Qing and Feng Xin, I finally understood why.

"After the fall of Xianle, Hua Cheng was reintroduced as a ghost fire and was found by Xie Lian.He was told by Xie Lian that Mu Qing had left and additionally was present when Mu Qing requested Xie Lian to leave the mountain meant for cultivation alongisde the 33 gods that humiliated Xie Lian. With Xie Lian being his main priority, Hua Cheng's hatred for Mu Qing grew further"

‘Requested’😭 Bruh

Mu Qing was holding a long saber-and the sharp tip was pointed directly at Xie Lian."Please leave," said Mu Qing, weapon in hand Chapter 98:Thirty-Three Heavenly Officials Fight Over Blessed Land

the nameless ghost declared, "To die in battle for you is my greatest honor."I'm sorry," he replied. "Forget me."The nameless ghost's flickering flames flared brighter. "I won't forget. Your Highness, I am forever your most devoted believer."Xie Lian forced down a sob. "...I've already lost all my believers. Believing in me won't do you any good; it might even bring disaster. Did you know? Even my friend has left me."The nameless ghost declared as if swearing an oath, "I won't.""You will," Xie Lian said.The ghost was insistent. "Believe me, Your Highness.""I don't," Xie Lian said.He no longer believed in anyone, especially himself Chapter 96:Hero Defeated by a Penny

It was said in that context, but without it, it’s easy to misinterpret. And since people often rely on these sites more than actually reading the novel, it becomes a problem.I don’t know—maybe I’m wrong—but it’s giving… like it’s either hua cheng's own perception fault or xie lian's the reason that he continues disliking Mu Qing? What about people making up their minds and going into the novel reading THIS—?? No offense, but?! Also, Xie Lian didn’t just find that ghost fire out of nowhere—he literally saved Hua Cheng and the other ghost fires from the clutches of a greedy maybe mention that too.

"He helps Xie Lian make a present for Hua Cheng's birthday [10] and even pretends to be his servant again when Xie Lian has amnesia. [11]"

"What's going on?"Xie Lian looked up and saw Feng Xin and Mu Qing-but they weren't the same Feng Xin and Mu Qing he knew.Sure, their general appearance was the same, but their demeanor had changed. They didn't seem like two rash young men, but more like generals with years of battle experience under their belts. Moreover, both were wearing black robes that looked rather sumptuous, quite unlike the dress that ordinary folks wore, and quite unlike anything Xie Lian had ever seen them wear.The one who had spoken was Feng Xin, and he walked over. "Your Highness, what are you doing out here by yourself?""That's what I was going to ask," Xie Lian said. "Where did you two run off to? I told you guys to train idioms outside last night, but why could I not find a shadow of you this morning?"An odd look that matched the Lord of Soil and Ground's crossed both Feng Xin and Mu Qing's faces, like they couldn't comprehend what he was saying.Xie Lian felt his head splitting, and he cried, "And what's with those outfits? What in the world is going on?!"Feng Xin looked down at himself and wondered, confused, "What's wrong with my outfit? Isn't this normal?" Chapter 135:Extra 2The Strange Amnesiac Adventures of His Highness the Crown Prince (Part One)... seven seas edition

When did he ever pretend in that whole scene? Like—?? They probably didn’t even know ,one can see from Feng Xin’s confusion that Xie Lian had referred to them as his servants.

"Although Mu Qing admired Xie Lian and wanted to be his f-f-friend, the nature of their dynamic as master and servant complicated this.As a servant he couldn't voice his real thoughts or truly express his personality; in Xie Lian's memory he was always soft-spoken and well-mannered. [13] Xie Lian was oblivious to this issue, thinking that he treated everyone as equals. Though he had an easier time than Feng Xin understanding how Mu Qing was interpreting something, Xie Lian couldn't see the issues in their own relationship.An example of this is the missing pearl earring. Due to an offhand comment, Mu Qing thinks the others are accusing him of stealing it"

Are you sure Xie Lian couldn’t see the issues? Because literally in the next sentence, it says—it's in Mu Qing’s mind, he’s a prisoner of his own thoughts.

then there's Feng Xin

"He was exceedingly loyal and supportive of Xie Lian, only leaving him when Xie Lian orders him to do so. [14]" "One of his most remarkable qualities are his loyalty and devotion, [1] shown through his history with Xie Lian. Feng Xin always supported him and during their first banishment, he refused to leave Xie Lian's side for the longest time despite desperate circumstances.[8][9]"

"Leaving him when Xie lian orders him" "always supported", "refused to leave"? At one point he did but he literally did left him—over what? A single sentence from Xie Lian saying he should stop following him? "loyalty and devotion" to what , huh? an authority figure, not to the person that should’ve been mentioned.

I have nothing against Mu Qing or Feng Xin —they’re interesting characters, no doubt. But the whole wiki sometimes feels like it’s trying too hard to justify their behavior and choices. It’s okay to love a character with flaws; no need to over-defend them. After all, it’s a wiki—not a personal space for fan bias, such sugarcoating! I just needed to vent, but honestly, people should be aware—things like this can really affect how someone interprets canon ...or maybe i don't know I am overthinking this...the whole wiki isn't that bad but it's sigh.

The tgcf wiki was written by a Mu Qing stan who hates Xie Lian and notoriously got into it with me on this blog in which they argued against my meta—that Mu Qing is actually a very classist character that is not a “working-class hero” like fandom pretends—with a headcanon they made up about how Mu Qing hates revolution in respect of his father’s memory because… his dad was executed for being a revolutionary. Idk how bad the svsss wiki is, but both the mdzs and the tgcf wikis are useless as tools to understand the story because they are written by people who aggressively hate the MCs and are using admin control to attempt to twist people’s understanding of the story to oppose them.

Also, Hua Cheng dislikes both Feng Xin and Mu Qing for abandoning Xie Lian, but he treats Mu Qing noticeably worse, almost as if he has personal beef against them that isn’t just tied to their treatment of Xie Lian 🤔 (He does. Both Feng Xin and Mu Qing treat Hong Hong’er like shit, and then Mu Qing kicks Hong’er out of the army out of pettiness. Hua Cheng didn’t just forget this because “it had nothing to do with Xie Lian.”)

[kuronarnze]

Hi !! I'm the anon who requested the Bachira x shy!reader fic and I just wanted to say it was perfect ❤️ I really love your writing, it's so delicate and efficient at the same time ? Idk how to explain, but it feels really spot-on. So..if you want to write a part 2, please do, I would be overjoyed to read it ❤️ I hope you have a nice day !!!

a/n: hihiii! Omg hellooo !! This oneshot is really really cheesy HAHAHA, im sorry if it turns out weird (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) , So sorry for the late responsee, i forgot to post this and this has been in my drafts for a pretty long time,,, enjoy the oneshot !!

Bachira Meguru x shy!Reader !

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"a little sunshine" pt.1 / pt.2 (you're in pt 2 !)

You had started to laugh more lately. Not the small polite kind, but real, bubbling laughter.

And it was all thanks to Bachira Meguru.

Every day, he greeted you with a huge wave, like you were the most important person in the school. He dragged you to sit under your favorite tree at lunch, and sometimes stayed late after school just to walk with you to the station.

He called it your “Daily Sunshine Time.”

And you were slowly getting used to the light he brought into your life.

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One late afternoon, the sky was dipped in soft pinks and oranges, the breeze gentle against your cheeks. You were sitting on the swings near the back of the school playground, legs barely swaying, your bag beside you.

Bachira appeared, a soccer ball tucked under one arm. “Knew I’d find you here,” he grinned, tapping the ball against his knee.

You smiled shyly. “You always do.”

He dropped his bag and plopped onto the swing beside you, kicking off just slightly. “Because I’ve got a radar for people I like.”

You felt your chest squeeze a little. “O-Oh…”

There was a pause before you heard him speak again, voice quieter than usual.

“Do you know how cool you are?”

You blinked, looking over. “Me?”

He nodded, still staring up at the darkening sky. “At first I thought you were just shy. But you’re also really kind. And patient. And funny in this really subtle way.” He paused. “I think you’re amazing.”

Your breath caught. “Why… why are you saying all this?”

Bachira looked at you now, his golden eyes warm.

“Because I want you to know. Because you’ve started smiling more lately, and I think part of it is because of me. And that makes me feel…” he trailed off, gaze drifting again. “Like I’m your sunshine or something.”

“…You are,” you whispered.

He turned to you sharply. “Huh?”

You looked away, heart thudding. “You’re my sunshine.”

Silence.

And then—

“Can I hug you?” he asked gently.

You nodded.

He leaned over, arms wrapping around you from the swing beside you. You felt his warmth, his heartbeat, the way he held you so carefully like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “For letting me in.”

You hid your face in his shoulder. “Thank you for finding me.”

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The next day, everyone was buzzing about the sports festival.

You weren’t planning on joining. Big crowds still scared you a little. But during lunch, Bachira brought over a flyer and slammed it down with dramatic flair.

“Guess who’s on the soccer mini-game team?”

You smiled. “You?”

“Of course! But—” he leaned closer, “—I need my lucky charm to cheer me on.”

You blinked. “Me?”

He nodded seriously. “You’re my power-up. My good luck. My secret weapon.”

You laughed, a soft and genuine sound. “I’ll come. I promise.”

His grin was the brightest it had ever been.

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The day of the festival, you stood by the side of the small soccer field, wearing your school’s sports jacket and holding a bottle of water in both hands nervously.

Bachira was already on the field, bouncing excitedly on his toes, eyes scanning the crowd until they found you.

He waved.

You waved back, shyly.

When the game ended (his team obviously won), he ran straight to you, sweaty and glowing, grabbing the water bottle from your hand.

“I felt you cheering,” he said between gulps. “I could feel it.”

You laughed. “I only said your name once…”

“That’s enough,” he said with a grin. Then he looked at you, more serious now. “Wanna know something?”

“What?”

“You’re not just my sunshine anymore,” he said, reaching out to gently tap your forehead with his finger. “You’re my favorite person.”

Your heart melted.

And before you could overthink it, you whispered, “Me too.”

He blinked. “Wait—really?”

You nodded, blushing. “You’re my favorite person too.”

He beamed, then leaned forward slightly.

“Can I kiss you?”

You froze, then slowly nodded again, cheeks burning.

He leaned in, soft and slow, and kissed you like you were something precious.

And in that moment, on a crowded school field filled with noise and energy—you felt calm.

Because Bachira Meguru had become your safe place.

And you? You had become his.

End.

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OKAYYY thank you sm for reading !! Have a nice dayy !! Im really bad at writing like confession scenes since it always turns out really cheesy/cringe, so im sorry if its actually cheesy/cringe (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

[altlololsstuff]

thank you for the apology. i'll put this to rest now. sorry if i've come off strong, i'm just frustrated and hurt from having to deal with literally months of getting ridiculed by trying to clear up this misunderstanding.

i do think that rainbow's apologies and requests to her followers are a step in the right direction, but please note that she never addressed the root causes (AKA, her continuing to interact with unsavory types, and keeping the public blocklist). i personally feel like she was only doing damage control due to pressure being put on her.

i don't think that blocklists are a bad thing at all, but it really depends on how you use them. i believe that rainbow was deliberately inciting harassment with her blocklists. i don't expect you to agree with me but please consider these things:

the blocklist directly tagged people, thus making them aware of the blocklist's existence. oftentimes, this resulted in people reacting or asking to be taken off the blocklist, which would result in ridicule from rainbow and her followers.

the blocklist very rarely included proof. a lot of the justifications for the blocklist were straight up wrong, i.e. i am very much not a proshipper, yet i got accused of being one for some reason. rainbow would not address false accusations no matter what.

furthermore, rainbow accused some people are some very derogatory things, like being a "failed mother". do you think someone who cares about peace and protection would talk about others that way?

despite the blocklist causing harassment time and time again, rainbow never deleted it or made it private. she never took people off. she could've made it a google doc or something and privately shared it with her friends. the most she did was change the username when she was confronted over it. she was told plenty of times that her blocklist was causing pain and she did nothing about it.

anyway... from what i can tell, i think you're a good person with strong values, and you want to do what's right by your friends. those are great qualities to have, but please, please realize that people will take advantage of you because of this. rainbow was taking advantage of you. if someone expects you to always fight their battles and follow their lead, that is a glaring indicator that they don't have your best interests in mind. that's all i really want you to understand.

hi, i'm the person who you told to shut the fuck up because i complained under rainbow's posts a few days ago about her accusing me of being a proshipper, which caused me to deal with unprecedented harassment. how do you feel now?

Honestly, I'm feeling heart-broken and angry right now. She lied to everyone. I feel like punching holes in a wall while crying angry tears. If Rainbow was honest from the very start, I wouldn't have anything to be upset right now.

I was her fucking guard dog, but it was all for nothing.

I honestly don't know how your beef with Rainbow started and I can't recall why she put you on that blocklist. Have you considered talking to her in the DM's to settle the matter? (I don't want to sound rude, I'm genuinely asking).

Because of what is happening now, I can't look at Rainbow the same anymore. Right now, Rainbow has nobody to blame but herself. Being afraid to not fit in is a stupid excuse to lie about your age.

Anyways, it's strange how you ask me how I feel. I feel like I'd be the last person you'd ask that question to.

Did you come here to rub it in my face...? To laugh and taunt? /Genq

If you did, I'm in no mood to deal with batshittery today...

[papercuttragedy]

hi I love your Solygbm headcanons, do you have any more headcanons for the skeleton brothers?

Hi, thank you so much for taking the time to ask! And, lucky you! I have another backstory. It's how Sans and Tops became friends. Sorry if it took a while. I took a lot of breaks and spoilers for my later re-adaption for this fiction. Coming soon!

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So, even when Mar (Sans' mother) was still alive and well, Sans was a bit of a friendless kid. Sure, he got along fine with his brothers (mostly) and yeah, he was decent to anybody who had the time (tolerance, really) to talk to him, but overall, he was often at home with his mother to keep her company, while Wingdings searched high and low for any sort of day job to keep them structured. She was actually the one who taught him all sorts of jokes, and he loved every single one of them. He even tried to come up with his own (due to his age at the time, 7 or 8, he wasn't at all great, but Mar enjoyed it dearly and even helped him with more original ones).

After Mar was brutally attacked by a group of monsters that fateful summer night (whether of Asgore's affiliation or not, we'll never know) and died a painful and slow death from those injuries, Sans had a mental shutdown.

He wouldn't talk or look at anybody for days on end. His already friendless personality developed an unusually aggressive behavior towards all to leave him alone. Which, unfortunately, worked. Any slight mention of that incident or even of his mother in general would make him furious and helpless and just full of self-hate.

One day, a few months after Mar's murder, his newfound loneliness caught the attention of older, shit-headed kids who felt the impulse to mess with somebody. I'll never know who exactly escalated it, but eventually, one of the kids says something triggering, which escalates to a 1 on 3 fight. Sans, despite his strength, is easily overpowered, but before a beating can occur, a blue bunny monster, 2 years older than Sans, (and one that Sans had rarely seen, but never really talked to) managed to use his wit to get the boys' hands off him and whatever other half-ass strength God gave him to dispel that fight and leave those small-minded bastards to run off, (presumably not to get caught).

Sans, still saddened and extremely pissed of what one of the kids said to him, begins to quietly leave, though it only causes the bunny boy to follow him, who tries to engage in conversation and see if he's alright.

At first, Sans ignores him, but soon he can't stand the "coddling" anymore, and simply tells the rabbit to "go away" and how he doesn't want his help or pity. This, in turn, pisses the bunny boy, who's confused by what's his deal and how Sans would rather let himself get hurt and unintentionally (without any knowing context) asks if that's what his mother taught him to view himself. This re-angers Sans, and with that, he punches him hard. The bunny boy stays in shock for a moment and then shoves him back in defense. A full-on boy fight happens in that neighborhood alleyway, and by the time both boys are tired, Sans has lost one of his adult teeth, and the bunny boy, a chunk of his ear.

They stay like that for a while, and as Sans breaks into a helpless sob, the bunny leaves him for a bit and takes something from his rendor and gives him a nice cream from his homemade work, something that was influenced from humans.

The following went something like this:

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The stranger's voice sounded more persistent.

"C'mon. Take it. You're upset."

Sans snarled at him (or at least tried to).

"Fuck off."

"I will if you just take it."

Agitated, hungry, and far too exhausted to fight back anymore, Sans used his remaining upper body strength to snatch (though his hand trembled far too much to give the aggression he wanted to show) the red frozen thing from the bunny's hand, and took a large bite.

The texture was cool, crisp, and yet a sweetness covered his senses from head to phalanche. He froze, and for a moment, the bunny tilted his head in response.

He probably thinks I hate it.

"Think it's nice?"

Sans didn't bother to respond but simply gave a slow, affirmative nod without looking at him. He looked the type that would boast. A satisfied hum could be slightly heard afterward, somewhat confirming this.

"Well. I'm glad ya like it. Took me all day to get the taste perfected. It ain't much, but I hope it makes your day somewhat less shitty."

Sans searched for any sign of deception or condescension in that cheerful tone. Surprisingly, and thankfully, it wasn't.

"...thanks."

"No problem. If it's okay with you, I can walk you home in case those goons come back for a reround. It's dangerous out here, day or night. Does your mother even know you wander alone out here -"

The remaining sentences died off as soon as Sans felt his gaze return to him, and the gut-wrenching look of misery and hate resurfacing. He wanted to cry all over again but willed enough strength to not give any sort of satisfaction.

After what seemed forever, all that could be heard was a simple "Oh."

"..."

"I- I had no idea. I'm so sorry. I really am."

Took you forever to read the room.

Sans felt himself impulsively wanting to say that thought bitterly, but whatever could come out was interrupted by the bunny boy again.

"I know what you feel. I lost my mother too, recently. About 2 to 3 years back. It's not that long once you think about it. I only have my brother now."

Sans stared, slowly taking the time to look at the bunny again, seeing instead a downtrodden face that stared at the dirt that stained his already dirty clothes.

"I've only got my brothers too."

"Huh. No father?"

"Barely knew him. Wingdings never wants to talk about him."

"Wingdings?"

"My older brother."

"Oh. And your other brother?"

"Papyrus. He's about to be 4 soon."

"I'm really sorry."

"Don't be. It ain't your fault. I'm sorry, too. For being a dick...and for your loss as well."

"Don't be. It ain't your fault either."

....

The bunny turned his face up to look at him, and Sans finally truly looked at his face. They stared at each other, and suddenly, the bunny let out a goofy chuckle and said; "You look not half bad without that tooth there. My mama would have called you a ruffian."

Sans snorted before instinctively rolled his tongue to the spot where the now empty gap in his mouth remained. He couldn't but be impressed.

Wingdings is gonna kill me.

"Speak for yourself. It ain't gonna come back anytime soon. Neither with that nick in your ear."

The bunny placed a hand to cover that ear. His smile spreading farther. "At least it looks cooler."

"Really? No way."

"Oh no?"

The bunny paused again, his smile becoming more gentle as he slowly retracted his hand from his ear and lent it out in a greeting manner.

"Name's Tops."

Sans paused again, and for a moment, he felt as if it were another trap for him to fall into. But, that face was so genuine that it didn't seem likely.

So, hesitantly, he offered his hand and clasped it into a firm shake. Sans felt a smile he never knew was there grow.

"Sans."

[eggplantgifs]

Jia Shin: Adios Nonino » 2025 Korean Nationals

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Helloo! It's my first time requesting:)) I love your fics lol. You write so good!!

Can I please request yandere bonten men with a slightly chubby bimbo reader who's insecure about her weight. She's bubbly, gullible and naive. They caught her talking to someone who's tryna hit her up. For the nsfw part can I please get belly bulging 😔

no? *sigh* fine.. here's my offering..

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Yandere!Bonten!Mikey x Chubby!Insecure!Bimbo!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, wife!reader, mention of Sanzu and Bonten execs, brief mention of murder, gun use, lowkey naive!reader, size kink, belly bulging, big dick!Mikey, spanking, unprotected sex + creampie, kinda rough sex, not proofread ♡

note: I didn't know if you wanted a poly relationship or separate, so I just chose Mikey (I couldn't do all of them, I'm sorry but my brain is fried), I'm trying to keep the note short so anything else I have to yap about is in the tags

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You, your husband, and the Bonten executives were out at one of their nightclubs, trying to enjoy the little bit of time they had to spare due to their demanding jobs. You were in your cutest little dress, Mikey's favorite dress to be more precise. The one that hugged your curves just right and drove him damn near insane from how bad he wanted to rip it off of you.

Bonten had all gone their separate ways throughout the night, essentially leaving Sanzu in charge of watching you. He walked away from the booth you were sitting at for not even five minutes just to turn around and see a man, who he recognized as one of your coworkers, sitting across from you and quite obviously flirting with you.

Sanzu's first thought is to get this man away from you, by any means necessary. He walks back over to the booth, drawing his gun and pressing it to the man's temple.

"I don't know if you know this, but this lady right here is my boss's wife. So I suggest you move unless you want a piece of metal in your brain."

As soon as he's made aware of the situation, Mikey gets security to escort the man out the club, you can tell he did it because he has the slightest of smirks on his usually blank face. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as if to give you a warning.

"What did I say about talking to strangers?"

"But he's not-"

"Don't talk back to me, I could have this whole place burned to the ground in a matter of seconds with that bastard trapped inside."

Soon, the rest of Bonten comes over and surrounds you at the table, naming off all the things they could do to your coworker.

"We could send some of our men to his house, teach him a little lesson without-" Koko tries to suggest.

"Or we could just take care of him ourselves." Sanzu interjects, itching to whoop some ass.

They couldn't care less about the man being your coworker because employees are always replaceable and they know Mikey would rather you not work with him anyway, so they all silently agree to take care of him permanently later on. For now, Mikey has to take care of you. He excuses himself, dragging you from the club into the car, and as soon as he gets you home he's bending you over the kitchen counter and pushing your dress up past your hips.

"C'mon baby, you know better than to test me like that, don't you?"

Mikey brings his rough, calloused hand down on your ass, smirking as he hears the little squeak that slips out your mouth. He grips your soft hips, his bulge pressing right against your pussy through your panties. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants and underwear down. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your plump thighs to reveal your soaked cunt.

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me.”

His middle finger slides back and forth between your folds, brushing lightly against your clit and making you weak in the knees. He lines himself up with your entrance and eases in, his fat cock stretching you out and causing a painful yet pleasurable burning sensation deep in your stomach. You can feel the tip of his dick knocking against the inside of your tummy, bulging through and pressing you firmly against the counter.

"Fuck! You're squeezing the life outta me."

"T-too big 'Jiro.."

"Too big? C'mon you can take it baby, you always take me so good."

His hips slap against your ass as he thrusts hard, his hand burying itself in your hair and pulling you off the counter to get a deeper angle. His free hand reaches around, cupping your tummy and applying pressure to the bulge formed there.

"You're so full of me, aren't you baby?"

All you can do is nod hurriedly and spew out nonsense in the form of moans, too fucked out to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. He presses soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder, his thrusts slowing down as he feels your pussy clenching around him as you cum. He lets out a raspy grunt shortly after as he starts to cum, filling you with his hot, gooey load.

He chuckles breathlessly as he pulls out, high off of his orgasm as he watches his cum leak out of you and drip down your thighs.

"You did so good princess. Gonna start behaving now, right? No more talking to strangers yeah?"

You mumble a soft 'Mhm' as your legs start to give out and you lie against the counter.

"Good." He peppers kisses on the nape of your neck before fixing his pants and helping you walk to the bathroom, knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about anyone stealing you away.

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