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ftmdilfmode · 26 days ago

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They invade my dreams every night...

Part 1

Tw: ftmpreg, alien abduction, forced impregnation, egg insertion, egg laying, egg birth, alien birth, cervical dilation, tentacle rape, accelerated pregnancy, rapid pregnancy, belly inflation, body inflation, anal tentacle, drugging, double penetration

POV: you are a trans man or nonbinary person with a uterus who goes to sleep and has a weird alien dream that feels too real.

This is not intended to be about cis women, don't tag it as such. Do not share this on blogs with d*trans related content.

I woke up in an office space full of sterile looking couches and a presentation screen. I looked around, not sure how I got to be sitting here, before it occurred to me that I was naked. I immediately crossed my arms over my chest, crossed my legs, and looked around the room in a panic.

I last remembered falling asleep in my bed, how did I end up here?

Two tall men in dress shirts and slacks entered the room. Both had unnaturally straight posture, and moved almost robotically. They stopped on either side of the screen in front of me as it lit up with a logo that resembled Saturn with a DNA strand as the ring.

"hello, human subject!" The one spoke, calmly but with little inflection. "I'm sure you must be confused, but as far as your physical body is concerned, you're dreaming! This is all happening in a metaphysical dimension your physical body can't exist in, but you are one of the few lucky humans who are able to interact with our dimension through the subconscious, which is why you're here!"

I opened my mouth to ask a question when the other man spoke. "We are part of an endangered species of interdimensional beings that your species often call "aliens" or "the fae", and our race is dying out. But you are the key to our survival!"

"why me? What do you need me to do?" I blurted out.

The first man spoke as an infographic popped on the screen. "As you see here, our species is able to reproduce through the human subconscious, primarily in individuals with specific hormonal and chemical levels such as your own. This won't affect your physical body, but while you sleep, you'll experience pregnancy and birth of different subspecies of our race. We're purely energy based beings, so our physical forms in this realm are malleable and our offspring have several default physical forms: eggs, egg pods, life offspring, and interspecies hybrids. You may experience the equivalent of a few days to a year here during each experience, but you'll wake up with your physical body the exact same in your world."

I paused. "So you want me to go through these pregnancies... In my dreams... To save your species of interdimensional light and energy beings...? This is a weird dream..."

The second man faked a laugh. "Yes, yes. This is a weird dream. May we start the first procedure?"

I sat up and looked around. "You're serious? Can I at least be somewhere more comfortable, with guys I find attractive?"

The room suddenly morphed into a large Edwardian bedroom with a giant canopy bed, surrounded by hardwood and carpets, with a fireplace in the corner. The men suddenly turned into model-like 6'2" Adonises, one blonde and one brunette, shirtless and wearing only boxers.

"we can make this comfortable for you, just lay down." The now blonde man suggested.

I laid back on the soft velvet comforter and spread my legs. "Please at least let me enjoy it." I begged as they both crawled onto the bed beside me. The blonde began kissing me and playing with my nipples as the brunette started playing with my tdick and slit, using my slick to lube my asshole.

"We need to test for capacity, but don't worry, we have something to make it more manageable," the brunette barely finished speaking when a series of long tentacles emerged from under the bed and hovered near my ass and boycunt. Before I could move, the men held me down as a thick wet tentacle slid inside my asshole and began slowly pumping me full of liquid, pulsating and writhing deep inside me.

I suddenly felt aroused and calm, compliant and wanting something big inside me. I wanted to have something breed me. I needed it.

I fell limp as tentacles grabbed my legs and spread them wide, the two men turning their attention to stroking my tdick and playing with my tits. I watched as another tentacle reared up before penetrating my boycunt, diving deep and thrusting hard against my cervix, seemingly seeing it as an obstacle. I felt a warm, cum like liquid flow into my cunt, pooling at my cervix as it continued to thrust until I felt a long pain and...

*pop*

It dilated and pentrated through my cervix, stretching it and making my body throb, but I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. I felt it push farther, reaching deep into my guts in a pulsating tangle, seeming to explore my entire uterus, tubes, and ovaries.

I felt it pulse and throb inside me as a bulge roughly the size of a chicken's egg, like the buldge of a snake's last meal in its belly, appeared to be pushed up it and inside of my boycunt, further stretching me. My cervix gave resistance before finally accepting the egg inside my womb.

The tentacle retracted and seemed to seal my cervix shut behind it, leaving me with a bump in my belly that looked like a 3 month pregnancy. I tried to relax into the pleasure, but the tentacle in my ass swelled larger and throbbed, stretching me to attention as it pumped more drugged liquid inside my body.

I look down at my swollen belly, feeling drunk. "Is that it? Or do you want me to push it out?"

The brunette smiles. "This was just phase one of the test. Soon we'll enter phase two, but don't worry, it's bio reactive. It won't get stuck or be fatal."

I try to sit up, but the weight of the men on top of me and my dizziness keeps me reclined. "Please don't hurt me," I beg.

The blonde gave a fake smile. "It's already inside you, and we have to know your body's limits before we do more tests. We'll increase the drugs and make this as painless as possible."

I feel a series of smaller egg-like capsules pump into my ass through the tentacle before bursting into a cream, and I felt an intense pressure on my lower stomach. I hazily looked down as my stomach grew, both of the men rubbing my belly and playing with my tdick and nipples as they watched me swell.

I writhed and fought as I watched my stomach quickly grow to the size of a midterm pregnancy, then full term, and within the hour I was as large as octomom, unable to move. I struggled to breathe as I was forced to orgasm repeatedly during the process, but soon I felt a shift and the swelling stopped.

I wearily lifted my arm and rubbed my enormous stomach, confused with a rush of emotions. Pain, pleasure, sickness, violation, pride, but... So, so horny....

I felt the egg shift from completely round to pointed and oblong towards my pelvis, realizing that both of the men and I had been staring at and rubbing my belly for several minutes, feeling the subtle movements. It was like a spell, and it finally broke with a strong contraction and the feeling of my cervix rapidly dilating again.

"what's happening?" I screamed breathlessly as the back to back contractions rocked my body.

"it needs to come out somehow. You should be so proud, this is the first birth of our species in several years." The blonde emotionlessly replied as he rubbed my tummy and tits.

I fell in and out of shock and drug induced haze as my body stretched and contracted, pushing down as hard as I could against the tentacles and men holding me down. My cunt burned and it felt like I was being split in half as the egg finally ejected itself from my aching, ruined cunt.

The blonde man took the egg out of the room as the brunette stroked my face. "You're the savior of our species. You have no idea how much this means to us. I'll fix you up, okay?"

A series of tentacles wrapped around my damaged body, instantly healing me to how I was before the ordeal. When I looked up, I saw the tentacle from my ass retreat as the ones holding me in place released me. I curled up in a ball and covered myself with the blankets around me.

"This was just the first test, it won't be that bad next time." The brunette attempted to put a hand on my shoulder.

"next time?" I almost scream, terrified. "I'm not doing that again!"

"oh, you don't have a choice. Your DNA, the testosterone you're on, your brainwaves as a result of being trans... You're one of the only people we can reach. And you can't stop us from reaching you. After all, it's just a dream."

You wake up in a sweat and check your body. Your tdick is hard and you're wet as hell, but otherwise nothing is different. You grab a vibrator to deal with yourself and can't help but remember it as you jack off, the image of your swollen body in your mind.

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misspearly1 · 2 years ago

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Thoughts?

So the other day I wrote A Lover Fairytale and touched lightly on the subject of Joel being slightly inexperienced. What I mean by this, is the man not knowing there are sexual acts that he's already doing in the bedroom which he doesn't know have a name or is actually a kink of his.

Well, I had some ideas of course and I would love to go into further detail about Joel and his Female S/O exploring different kinks and sexual acts of pleasure. I'm thinking about making a 'kink masterlist' for Joel. I don't know yet, haven't officially decided, but let me know what ya'll think of the first one I have written for him.

Smut under the cut - Minors, move along please. Thank you.

Cock Warming

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

WC: 1k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Unprotected PIV Sex. Cock-warming. Needy Joel waking up his lady with a sex. Pretty much PWP with a reference to A Lovers Fairytale.

AN: I honestly couldn't get the idea of Joel being so desperate and needy out of my head, and hearing him choke on his own moans of pleasure, hence where this kinky fic came from. So anyways, I do hope you like it. Thank you, my loves <33

You awoke to the breathy exhale of Joel’s voice directly into your ear. The sound was so needy and passionate, it caused a heat to form in your lower abdomen in a matter of seconds. Though, he stopped moving after you awoke, no doubt trying to steady his breathing and take back control.

When he continues however, he chokes quietly with his lips sealed over your neck, muffling all of those pretty little sounds he makes. The bed was rocking back and forth, and you suddenly remembered about last night's activities. You fell asleep, both of you did, but it’s the position you chose before falling asleep together. He’s still inside of you, and was chasing that blissful high he so desperately needed.

You could feel his cock, hard and stiff, grinding into your cunt from behind. It felt so good, but it was even more pleasurable knowing that he had awoken before you and continued where he left off last night. The idea of cockwarming never even occurred to you and Joel. Not until you suggested that romance novel for him to read a couple months back, A Lovers Fairytale.

Ever since then, you have been exploring all kinds of sex play with the man. Some that you like, some that you don’t, but perhaps cockwarming is something you should have tried sooner because he sounded absolutely wrecked right now. He could barely breathe. It was a mighty struggle for him to stay quiet, but rutting into you from behind stroked his cock so nicely that he just wanted to cry out with satisfaction.

You were clenching around him in your sleep. That’s what woke him up at first, and when he felt your slick oozing out of your pussy, he started to grow hard and hungry, ravenous. You feel his pace pick up speed, his hand on your hip tightening to keep you steady and the action makes you gasp. “S’ok darlin’,” he whispers reassurances, regardless if he knows you're fully awake or not. “I’m almost there,” he pleads.

You reach out for his hand, your fingers slipping between his with a comforting squeeze. “Don’t stop” you sigh, clenching around him tightly that just draws out the dirtiest grunting sound he could produce. “Feels so good,” you whine needily, and beg between his gentle thrusts in and out of your cunt. “Don’t stop… please, just… It’s ok… Joel.”

“Oh fuck, babydoll,” he cries, finally releasing the breath he was struggling to hold in for so long. “I won’t stop… can’t stop.” He buries his sweat-covered forehead into your neck, grunting into your skin like a wild man with a deep primal need to spill his seed. You suddenly become the one who could barely breathe now as his pace picks up once more, his rhythm becoming hard and ferocious.

The bed squeaked against the floor violently, his hand now splayed across your lower stomach before he gently pushed his palm into you, as if he were trying to feel his cock inside. The added pressure made you mewl, your hand darting over his to reassure him that it was a mewl of satisfaction. He used the new position as leverage, keeping your body pinned against him to fuck you hard and fast.

He’s so hard right now, painfully hard, and you can just feel in his movements that he’s trying to hold off his climax and wait for you. Ever the gentleman, you thought, but to help him, you lowered your hand to your cunt and rubbed nameless shapes on your clit, the added stimulation pushing you closer to the edge.

“Fucking love when you do that,” he grunts, praising your efforts, “Keep going. Faster, baby,” he pleads, his voice harsh and out of control. You wouldn’t care if he lost all sense of control. You hope one day that he feels comfortable enough to just use your cunt for his pleasure and his pleasure only. The thought of him doing just that makes you whimper and pulse around his dick, feeling every vein and ridge surging through your velvety walls.

“Doll, I’m cumming,” he warns abruptly, and you feel his rhythm stagger; a pause in his pace as you clench around him with a vice-like grip. “Fuck! So fucking tight,” He pushes through, burying himself to the hilt to release his warmth deep inside and fill you up with his seed. “Nughh! Oh fuck…” he gasps sharply, followed by a long pause of silence as the stars explode behind his eyes. “...Fuuuuck,” he sighs breathily, and you swear the man isn’t even here with you consciously anymore.

He’s just lost within the ecstasy of your pussy squeezing around him, the pleasure simply too enjoyable for him to speak anything other than a string of moaning nonsense. Only until you relaxed around him did he return to you, and it was with an opened mouth kiss to your neck, the sound of his thick southern voice hoarse and dry, “I need a minute, darlin’,” he drawls tiredly, exhaustion heavily audible in his tone, “I love you so much, just give me a minute.” He says.

You had wrecked the man. Absolutely destroyed him with your cunt and he simply needed a minute to regain his composure. You would say it was satisfying, but satisfaction could never come close to how you feel in this exact moment. The ability to render Joel into a complete utter mess, speechless and breathless, while coming down from an almighty high, is rewarding. It was more than a minute that he needed though. He instead, fell asleep with his cock softening inside of you.

And hours later, the hunger to be pleasured grew insatiable once more when he awoke with morning wood.

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neverwanttofallasleep · 1 year ago

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I Never Want To Fall Asleep - Chapter 2

Word count: 6,800

For pairings, warnings, and disclaimer - see Masterpost

Friday, December 16th, 2022

Manchester, England to London, England

You finally wake up to the chime of your third alarm, ringing out loudly into the dark hotel room. 6.35am. You’ve always struggled with waking up early, especially after a show night.

You groan, rolling over to silence your phone. You reach your arm back to pat the space next to you, knowing Jake is just as heavy a sleeper and usually requires an in-person wake up call, only to find the right side of the large bed empty.

Suddenly the memory of last night rushes back to you, and you jolt upright. As you slowly return to full consciousness, you become aware of the puffy tightness around your eyes and the ache in your chest. No doubt the residual evidence of crying yourself to sleep.

After Jake had stormed back down the hotel corridor to the elevator, you’d scrambled to find your room key and shut yourself in as quickly as you could manage.

You’d thrown your bags down onto the leather armchair in the corner of the room, fighting back tears, suddenly more angry than upset at his outburst. You hadn’t deserved that. If you felt guilty, so should he. It was his relationship at stake, not yours. You hadn’t made it up in your head, you knew there was something between the two of you, something that had your stomach in knots every time you were around him.

You’d sunken down onto the scratchy hotel carpet, each emotion hitting you like a brick. This job, this tour, it meant so much to you. You loved the work, and the music, getting to travel the world and seeing new cities each day. You’d truly been living your dream. But at the centre of it all, there was Jake. From the moment he’d first spoken to you at that crew party, you’d felt drawn to him. Like your centre of gravity had shifted. Every exciting moment you’d had while you’d been on the road, every new experience, it was all made better when you could share it with him.

You’d hugged your knees to your chest, finally allowing yourself to choke out the sobs you’d been holding in since he’d raised his voice at you. What did this all mean? You couldn’t continue this friendship as it had been. To be totally honest, in that moment, you weren’t even sure if he wanted to. But you’d known, whatever had occurred tonight, it couldn’t happen again. You were so embarrassed that you’d told him your relationship had felt like more than friendship to you. You knew he couldn’t possibly feel that way about you, he had Lily. Whatever these feelings were, they were yours, and yours alone. You couldn’t let yourself feel that way. He was off limits for you, and if that meant sacrificing your friendship, then so be it.

You’d sat there on the floor, switching between crying, sucking in sharp breaths, and just sitting in silence with your head resting on your knees, for what felt like hours. When you’d finally pulled out your phone, you saw a notification on your lock screen. 1 new text. Quietly hoping for a message from him, you’d swiped it open, only to find a reply from the dry-cleaner.

12.10am Pete M (GVF dry cleaner): No worries, Y/N. Britannia Hotel, yes? Text me your room number - see you at 7.

Shit. The jumpsuit. You quickly replied with the details and locked your phone.

1.33am. You still had work to do, and as much as you wanted to crawl into bed and sleep forever, you knew that the show must go on.

You'd gotten up slowly, stretching out your arms and legs from sitting for so long. You trudged toward the small bathroom, only glancing at yourself in the mirror briefly before reaching in to turn on the shower. The back of your neck was still sticky and you could smell the reek of tequila in your hair and clothes as you stripped them off.

You’d climbed into the shower and hissed when the too-hot water hit your shoulders, but you didn’t mind. You needed it to wake you up, and draw the tension from your muscles. You stood under the spray for a while, splashing your face, hoping to remove some of the redness from your eyes. You’d scrubbed your arms and legs, quickly washing your hair, and when you felt sufficiently clean, you reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out.

After wrapping your hair in a fluffy hotel towel and throwing on an old t-shirt and a pair of underwear, you grabbed your back-pack and tote from the chair and sat yourself up in bed to do your mending.

It didn’t take long, it was just a small tear in the chiffon, right on the seam of the arm and shoulder. After 20 minutes or so, you were happy with your work, your fingers a little sore from hand stitching, and you decided you were done for the night.

You knew with a night off tomorrow in London you’d have plenty of time to prepare the clean clothes once Pete returned them, and your one urgent job was now complete. You were satisfied that the mundane work had taken your mind off of Jake, for the time being.

You’d hung up Josh’s jumpsuit on a wire hanger on the back of the door, repacking your sewing supplies and your empty tote into your back-pack, placing them back near your duffle bag, where you’d dumped your jeans and crew t-shirt from the day. You turned off the overhead light, crawling back into the soft bed. You’d wished that Jake had been there with you. You missed the comfort of a warm body next to you, the familiar sound of his breathing when he inevitably fell asleep before you, and the way he would drape his arm over your waist in the middle of the night.

You’d sighed, reaching up to flick off the bedside lamp, setting your alarms and burrowing down under the covers. In the silence, it took you a while to get to sleep, Jake’s sad expression painted on the inside of your eyelids. But when sleep finally found you, you slept like the dead.

Now, you draw the curtains, the sun not yet having begun to rise over the sprawling, grey city. Yesterday, Manchester had seemed full of possibility. This morning, the dark sky and buildings leeched of colour in the moonlight mirror your mood. You walk over to the small dresser opposite the bed, flicking on the electric kettle. Tea will have to do this morning, you’re over the instant coffee packets you’ve been finding in UK hotels. As the kettle boils, you make your way to the bathroom, running a brush through your sleep-dried hair and pulling it up into a messy bun.

You pack away the remainder of your toiletries, washing your face, rolling on some deodorant and applying some SPF and mascara before zipping up the bag and stowing it back in your duffle. You pull out a casual outfit, just some comfy linen pants and a green sweater, stripping your pyjamas and tossing them into the bag before zipping it closed.

You get dressed leisurely, having given yourself an extra buffer of time. You kind of regret this, as it gives you more minutes to stew over the events of the night before. Once you’ve donned your boots, you lay out your coat and scarf on the bed, ready to brave the December chill of the city in less than half an hour. You check your phone for the time. 6.54am. Pete will be here in a few minutes. You brew your tea, giving Josh’s jumpsuit a final once over as you let the teabag steep. You’re a little proud of your handiwork, considering your emotional state.

As you’re topping up your tea with one of those little plastic packets of milk, there’s a quiet knock at the door. You open it and greet Pete good morning.

“Cold this morning.” He grumbles.

You chuckle, retrieving the garment from the hook and handing it to him.

“Sure is. See you in London!”

He gives a gruff wave and heads back down the hallway.

After you’ve had your tea and sufficient time to panic over how things will go with Jake today, you bundle up in your warm clothes, pack your final items into your purse and make your way down to the hotel lobby.

When you make it out the front entrance, it’s still dark, and the chill bites your cheeks immediately. You beeline for the crew bus. Jake usually makes space for you on one of the sleeper buses with him and the band, but you don’t feel like you’ll be welcome there today.

As you’re loading your bags into the back of the mini-bus, Sam and Lennon catch you as they’re heading out into the porte-cochere.

“Morning, Y/N!” Lennon chirps. She looks undeniably sprightly this morning, especially when standing next to Sammy, who looks like he’s about to fall flat on his face at any moment, gripping tightly to a paper cup of what you assume to be coffee. It doesn’t even look like his eyes have fully opened yet.

You give them a small wave and turn back to loading your belongings.

She gives Sam a pat on shoulder, which makes him wince, before bounding over to you.

“We’re sharing the bus with Jake today, Danny and Josh are gonna take the other one. So we can catch up!” She giggles excitedly. “Sammy’s not feeling too flash - I can’t imagine Jake is either, to be honest, after the amount those two drank last night.” She’s laughing as she says this, but it makes your stomach drop. It doesn’t take much to piece together why Jake would’ve wanted to get shitfaced last night. “But, I reckon they’ll sleep the whole trip, which is perfect ‘cause I just wanna hang out with you!”

You shake your head, unsure how to navigate this. Would Jake want them all to know what happened between the two of you last night? You assumed he’d go right to Sam’s room to have a bitch about it, but given Lennon’s assumption that you’d be riding on his bus, it sounds like he didn’t.

“I dunno. I’m not feeling 100% today.” It’s not totally a lie, your head is swimming with anxiety. “I might ride on the crew bus so I can take a nap.”

She scoffs. “Don’t be silly, hon! The boys aren’t feeling good either, and you’d be much more comfy on one of the bunks if you want to nap. As long as we get to ride together - you can sleep the whole trip if you need to! I’ve got some reading to catch up on anyway.” You close up the trunk of the mini bus, but not before she snags your purse and throws it over her shoulder. She puts her arm around you, turning and leading you both toward the first of the two giant, black buses.

You haven’t seen any sign of Jake yet, which is good, but at the same time also kind of unsettling. You’re wondering what kind of state he’ll be in this morning, but if Sammy is any indication, it won’t be good. Jake is always in a shitty mood when he’s got a hangover.

Lennon leads you up the stairs onto the bus, where Sam is already sprawled across the small sofa in the front compartment. As you walk through, he groans loudly and throws his arm across his eyes.

Lennon sighs, reaching down to brush some hair from his forehead.

“Drama queen.” She mutters.

He peeks his eyes out. “Wrong brother.” He retorts. “Josh is the drama queen.”

“Seems it runs in the family.” She chides.

He huffs and covers his eyes again.

You situate yourself at the small table across the way from the sofa, pulling your knitting out of your purse. You’ve always been one to hand-make gifts, and you’d been knitting small things for the boys in the band for Christmas presents. Luckily you’d already finished Jake’s, and it was stowed away safely in your duffle, not to be thought about. You were working on a chunky purple and navy scarf for Danny, and you were about a third of the way into it.

Lennon slides into the bench seat opposite you.

“That’s gorgeous. Who’s it for?”

You smile at your work. “Danny. It’s a Christmas gift. These are his colours, I think.”

She grins, running her hand over the soft wool. “Definitely.” She hums. “I need coffee.”

Sam perks up at this. “There’s a hot water urn under the sink.” He points to the little kitchenette behind the driver’s seat. “And a French press too. And coffee grounds, I think.”

Lennon rolls her eyes and gets up.

She gestures her chin at you. “You want one?”

You nod enthusiastically. “I’d kill for a real coffee after what we’ve been having here.”

She giggles. “Amen to that!”

As Lennon starts to prepare the necessary items for coffee, you hear boots clacking up the bus steps. You’d know the sound of those footsteps anywhere.

“Back from the dead!” Lennon greets him with a grin. “Good morning, Jake.”

“Yeah, ‘morning.” He nods at her. He smiles when he sees his brother napping on the couch. “You look about as good as I feel, Sammy.”

Sam chuckles from under his arm. “Well, you said it. At least we don’t have to drive.”

Jake looks like he’s about to reply with some quip, when he spots you sitting at the table behind Lennon.

“Uh, I’m going back to sleep.” He says quickly.

He makes a small noise of acknowledgement toward you, which sounds a lot like a grunt, and then brushes past and draws the curtain to the bunk compartment.

You aren’t quite sure what you were expecting from him today, but you guess avoidance is better than confrontation. It still stings though. If this had been yesterday morning, he might have slid into the booth next to you.

He might’ve admired your knitting, telling you how impressed he was at how much you’d managed to complete in the past 24 hours. He might have teased you, asking what you were gonna make for his gift, because you’d been so sneaky about hiding it from him. He might have slung his arm around the back of the bench seat while you both gratefully accepted your steaming mugs of coffee from Lennon, occasionally letting his finger tips brush over your shoulder with the movement of the bus. He might have moved to the couch when Sammy finally retired to the bunks, pulling out his acoustic and strumming a private show for you and Lennon. You loved watching him when the music would just come to him. Like he was channeling it from some higher power. He could just play and play and play, tuning out the world, glancing at you every so often just to catch you staring.

Instead, you thank Lennon as she places a single mug of coffee on the small table, and goes over to sit on the couch with Sam’s head in her lap.

About an hour in, when you’ve done a sufficient amount of knitting and downed two coffees, the 4 hours of sleep you’ve had is starting to creep up on you.

Lennon catches you, unable to keep your eyes open.

“Oh, hon, you do look exhausted. Go have a lie down in the bunks. It’ll make the ride go so much faster.”

You smile at her appreciatively, but realise this would mean having to interact with Jake, or at the very least, invade his space.

“I’m alright. I’ll lay on the couch if Sammy moves to the bunks.”

Sam grunts. “Not moving. M’comfy here.”

Lennon laughs, picking up his head and placing it on a cushion so she can get up from her spot.

“C’mon, girl. You need your beauty rest. You’ve got a job to do here too, don’t you forget.”

She’s right, and you realise you won’t get any work done today if you don’t sleep. You’ll just crash as soon as you get the hotel.

She helps you pack your knitting back into your purse and ushers you down the hall. At this moment, you really wish this was one of those buses with a private double bed at the rear. At least then, you could rest assured Jake would’ve taken it, and you could take one of the bunks without fear of running into him. Instead, this one just has a tiny bathroom at the back with a toilet and shower, but only 4 beds, 2 bunks on either side of the walkway.

Lennon pulls back the curtain and then draws it closed behind you as you step into the small space. You can hear small snores coming from the bed Jake has claimed, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You won’t actually have to speak to him. Just fear his wrath if he wakes up and sees you across the way.

They are small bunks, but comfortable enough, especially with how sleepy you are. You place your bag and coat on the top bunk, sitting down on the bottom one to pull off your boots. You place them delicately under the bed, careful not to make any noise. You stand again to grab your headphones from your purse, when your phone slips out of your pocket and clatters to the floor.

“Fuck.” You mutter.

“What the fuck was that?” Jake groans, eyes still closed.

“Sorry, dropped my phone.” His eyes shoot open when he realises it’s you standing in front of him.

“Right.” He says quietly. “Uh, why are you in here?”

“I didn’t get much sleep last night.” You cringe a bit at the confession, knowing he’s the reason you slept so poorly. “Lennon forced me to come in here and take a nap because I couldn’t keep my eyes open.” You know you’re rambling, but you don’t know how to navigate this situation. “Sorry if you don’t want me in here, it’s just that, Sam’s taken up the couch and there’s no other beds.” You’ve never had any type of bad energy with Jake, not even a disagreement. This is new territory for both of you.

He sighs. “Ok. Keep it down, please.” He rolls over to face the wall, tucking the blanket up over his ears.

You slide into the small bed, pulling the blanket up around you, and place your headphones over your ears. You unlock your phone to choose some music to help you sleep. You almost always listen to music to fall asleep. You’ve done it ever since you were a kid. You’ve tried white noise, sleep-casts, rain sounds, but nothing puts you to sleep quite like your favourite songs.

The only time you don’t, is when you have someone sleeping next to you. The sound of their breathing is just as good. Stella snored like a chainsaw, and you’d secretly loved it. The reassurance of knowing she was there had always relaxed you. This was also especially true for Jake. He’s broad, and warm like a space heater, and breathes heavily through his nose. It was so comforting.

Right now, though, knowing how he’s feeling about you, you can’t stand to hear him, or even acknowledge the fact that he’s less than 4 feet away from you.

You put on ‘Line of Fire’ by Junip, turn to face the wall, and quickly fall asleep.

You wake up to the sound of laughter, it sounds like Sammy. You groan and stretch, your limbs tight from the cramped space. You’ve rolled over in your sleep, your headphones have slid down around your neck, and when you open your eyes, you see Jake’s empty bunk across from you.

You hear laughing again, louder this time, and you can hear Jake laughing, too.

Fuck.

You can’t go out there, you’ll ruin his mood.

You’re beginning to feel guilty about your conversation last night. You know he overreacted. He didn’t have any right to go off at you like that. But, you keep reminding yourself, it’s not his fault that you have feelings for him. And maybe, he really did have no idea until last night. Maybe that spark you feel between the two of you, just isn’t there for him. What he said about you being only a friend to him, it had to be true, right? Otherwise what reason would he have had to get so mad?

Plus, it’s his tour. His band, his family. Like you said last night. You’re his employee. Friendship aside, it would be inappropriate for you to treat him any differently than you did yesterday, or any of the days before. You’ve gotta keep it professional and put his feelings first, and your emotional involvement aside.

You realise you really have to pee, so you quietly climb up from the bunk and head to the small bathroom. When you wash your hands, you splash your face with some water, trying to revive yourself. You swipe under your eyes with some paper towel to remove your running mascara, and re-do your bun. You look fine. No one cares, anyway.

When you open the door to head back to your bunk, Sam has drawn the curtains in the walkway.

“Good morning, princess! How’d you sleep?”

“Oh, yeah. Not too bad. As well as one can in these beds.” You smile ruefully. “What time is it? How long have we got left?”

“Almost there! Like half an hour, they reckon.” He seems much more alive than earlier. “Come join, we’re having a celebratory hair of the dog.”

Ah, they’re drinking again. That must be what’s got both Sam and Jake in such good spirits.

You sigh. “Nah, I think I’m good. I’ve got work to do when we get to London, unlike you lot. I might just sit in here a bit longer.”

Sammy whines. “Come onnnnn, Y/N! We’re having fun! Plus, Lennon missed you so much. Spend some time with her before I whisk her away to the next hotel room.”

You concede, nodding your head, and follow Sam out to the main compartment.

Lennon is sitting in the booth, and Sam slides in opposite her. This leaves the other seat on the couch as the only free one.

Next to Jake.

You sit down, leaving as much space as you can between the two of you.

You’ve come to the decision that you’re not upset with him. You’re upset that you might be losing your friend, and you’re kind of pissed off that he’s not acknowledging you, even now as he and Sam banter over their vodka sodas, and Lennon leans over to you every few minutes, asking to be caught up on the inside jokes. You’re annoyed that he was so angry last night, and didn’t give you a chance to have a real conversation about things.

But you’re not upset with him. You’re scared of your own feelings, and you wonder even if things between you are repairable, whether you should bother at all.

You glance over to him every few minutes, and a couple of times you catch him looking at you, too. He doesn’t deliberately exclude you from the conversation, but if you had to guess, he was probably just trying not to rouse suspicion from the others. He never speaks to you directly, and you feel your heart fracturing just a little bit more.

When you arrive at the hotel in London, you disembark the bus as quickly as you can, keen to get away from the awkwardness you’ve endured for the last 40 minutes. It’s a little warmer here than it was in Manchester, but not by much. You head over to the mini-bus, which has beaten you all there significantly, your bags being the last to be unloaded.

You grab your things, and head into the lobby to retrieve your room key.

The band and crew are standing in a loose circle around the elevators, waiting for Craig, the tour manager, to provide the necessary information required for your stay in London. It’s about midday now, and you’ll be here for two nights total, with a show at the Alexandra Palace tomorrow.

Only two more nights, then back home. You can get through two nights.

Josh comes up by your side, slinging an arm around you.

“How was the ride?” He asks, chewing on a granola bar.

You muster as much of a smile as you can manage. “Oh, yeah. Nothing to report, really. I slept most of the way. Needed to catch up.”

He chuckles. “Well, we need you in ship-shape for the next couple’a days, so I for one am glad to hear it!”

You gather Jake hasn’t spoken to him, either.

“What are your plans for the holidays, Y/N? I keep meaning to ask you.”

“Not much, to be honest. Gonna spend them in New York. Got a few college friends I’ve been meaning to catch up with, and the tour will provide lodgings for the crew that’s staying in the city, so I figure I might as well, you know?” You try to keep yourself from sounding unenthusiastic, but it’s not really anything special.

“Aw, well, that sounds nice. At least you’ll get to have a White Christmas, hey?” He begins to hum Bing Crosby in your ear, and you giggle.

“Exactly. Might go see the ball drop. I’ve never been in person. Never wanted to brave the crowds.”

“Sound lovely.” He grins.

Craig starts calling out departments, names and room numbers as people meander about the foyer.

“Alright, wardrobe. Y/N - you’re in room 528.”

You walk up to collect your cards and head back to Josh.

“Did you get yours yet?” You ask him.

“Yeah, 419. Same floor as Sam and Lennon. Danny, too, I think.” You love that Josh is an over sharer. You’re trying to scope out if you’ll be running into Jake.

“Any idea about Jake?” You ask casually. It wouldn’t be suspicious for you to want to know where he was staying, considering everyone on tour knew of your friendship. Perhaps only a little suspicious that you’d be asking Josh instead of Jake himself, but you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

“Floor 5, I’m pretty sure.” You feel your gut sink.

“Sweet.” You mumble.

You wait back in the lobby for a bit, hoping not to run into him. You find Freddie and Julie, relieved to see some familiar, friendly faces.

“Holy shit, that mini-bus driver was a manic. Being on the wrong side of the road is bad enough, but he was going so fucking fast I thought we were gonna die.” Julie gushes to you.

Freddie laughs. “God, yeah. It was terrifying. But we had a good karaoke sesh, Y/N. Lots of Taylor Swift. You should’ve joined! I thought when you were putting your bags in the trunk, you must’ve been riding with us.”

You smile apologetically. “Yeah, sorry about that. I’d planned to, but Lennon wanted to catch up, so I rode with Jake and Sam.”

“Fuckin’ Jake.” Julie grumbles. “He’s always stealing you away from us. Just ‘cause you’re a pretty girl and he’s a rockstar. It’s not fair.”

You try to keep your laugh light. “Sorry! Next time, I promise. Once we’re back home.” You squeeze her hand. “I’d love to hear you belting some Love Story, Freddie.”

He laughs. “Nah, Shake It Off is my jam. Killed it this morning. Woke Tom up from his nap. Worth it, I reckon.” You all laugh.

You look around and see the lobby has mostly cleared, so you gesture to them to follow you to the elevators.

“What floor are you guys?”

Julie checks her card. “6. Freddie?”

“Yeah, same. I think most of the crew are on 5 or 6. You?”

You sigh. “5.” He presses the button for you.

Of course, no one you knew was on the same floor as you. Except for Jake.

There are roughly 38 crew on the tour, including the band, plus some friends and family that have joined for this leg. About 45 rooms are booked. And out of everyone, yours and Jake’s just happen to be so close.

Yesterday, that would’ve made you happy. Would’ve been easier for you to sneak into his room tonight when you got done with your work, without the teasing comments from his brothers or your friends.

Alas, things rarely work out as you plan them.

You unpack your things onto the nightstand and bathroom counter, doing a quick check of the mini-bar to find, yet again, instant coffee. You groan.

Ah, well. Could be worse. At least there was some champagne.

You decide to take a shower after the bus ride, feeling grimy and still a bit achy from the small bed.

When you’re done and re-dressed in some sweats, you get a phone call from Pete telling you the first round of cleaning is done and ready to be collected. You know you’ve got some sequins to fix for Danny, so you slide on your slippers and a sweatshirt, and head down to the lobby to meet Pete.

As you wait, you contemplate texting Jake. After the bus, you wonder if maybe he’s waiting for you to say something. What exactly you’d say, you have no idea.

Before you can even open the message thread, Pete shuffles into the hotel, a clothing rack of black garment bags in tow. One of the bellboys tries to offer him a hand, but he waves them off.

You love Pete. He’s a grumpy old bastard, but he’s got a soft spot for you. He understands your dedication to your craft, and he often tells you that you remind him of his mother, who was a seamstress in LA in the 50’s and 60’s.

He reaches you, pulling the receipt from his pocket. “All sorted, love. I’ve already sent the invoice to Craig, but this has the inventory on it.” He puts it in your palm. “The next lot is on the truck being cleaned now, should be done by supper time.” He grumbles a little. “Some of it will need an extra iron. This cleaning van we’ve hired is rubbish. Tools don’t work so well. Can’t wait to get back home to old faithful.”

You smile warmly at him as he hands you the rack, nodding. “Thanks so much, Pete. You’re a star. Those boys would never be dressed without you.”

He laughs. “Well, a rock’n’roll band playing a show stark naked. People wouldn’t have bat an eyelid, back in my day.”

You giggle. “I’d pay to see that.”

“Well, missy, I bet you would.”

You blush. “Thanks, again. You can just load the rest of it straight back into the trunks, I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

“No worries, Y/N. Don’t work too hard.”

You wave him off as he heads back out to the loading dock, where the cleaning van is parked.

You check the receipt as you roll the rack into the elevator, scanning for Danny’s cape. It’s on there - thank God. That one will probably take you the most time this afternoon. The rest of your prep is mostly ironing and steaming, which you’ll do tomorrow morning before you have to load in to the venue.

As you go to press the button for your floor, a hand slides between the doors and they reopen. You glance up, and see Jake looking back at you. He steps in.

“Oh, sorry.” You mutter. The rack is taking up a lot of space.

“It’s fine. What, uh, what floor are you?” He asks.

“5.” You say quietly.

“Perfect.” He mutters.

The ride is quiet, one person gets in on floor 2 and out again at 4.

As the doors close, you decide to break the tension.

“Are we gonna talk about it?”

He sighs. “Is there anything to talk about?”

You feel a pang of hurt at his words. “I don’t know, is there? We went from being best pals yesterday, to not talking at all today.” You sigh. “Guess I just want to know where we stand.”

The doors open and he steps out into the hallway, holding the door for you to wheel the rack out.

He runs a hand through his hair and replaces his sunglasses on his head. “You made it pretty clear, Y/N. You think we’re too co-dependant. Y’know, I thought giving you space would be the right thing to do.”

You frown. “And what about the fact that you practically blew up at me, swearing in my face?”

He sighs. “Yeah, dunno. Guess you kind of caught me off guard.”

Right. No apology.

“Okay, Jake. No worries.” You turn and walk down toward your room. As you stop to unlock your door, you turn back, and see him looking back too. He’s at his door, just on the other side of the elevator. He quickly glances away and disappears into his room.

As you step into yours and wheel the rack into the corner, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, realising the sweatshirt you’ve chosen.

It’s Jake’s.

You busy yourself with sequining, deciding it makes more sense just to pull all the old ones out and re-do them, which ends up taking you all afternoon and evening. At about 9.30pm, you realise all you’ve eaten today was a gas station sandwich Lennon picked up for you while you were asleep on the bus.

She texted you a couple of times earlier, letting you know that her, the boys and some of the crew were heading out into town for a drink, asking if you’d like to join. You’d politely declined, stating you had far too much work to do.

When you’re finally done sequining, you realise that you do need to eat some food, and you want to stretch your legs, so you wander down to the lobby to see if you can get anything from the restaurant.

You head straight to the counter, where a young waiter in all white is standing, counting receipts.

You smile at him. “Hey, the kitchen doesn’t happen to still be open, does it?”

He grins. “You’re in luck, ma’am. We’re just about to close but we had a couple of late comers tonight. What can I get you?”

You order some French fries and a side salad, and he offers to have it brought up to your room. You give him your room number and the details of the tour to charge it to, and head back upstairs with a wave.

This is a beautiful old hotel, with a huge staircase at the centre of the lobby up to the first floor. You decide to walk it, get some much needed blood flowing into your legs, and catch the elevator from there.

Once you finally make it back to your floor, you step out and make to turn toward your room, when you hear a grunt behind you. You turn to see Jake, fumbling with his keycard, sunglasses low on his nose. He looks up and spots you.

“Y/N! Help me, please. Can’t get into my room.” He grins at you sheepishly, the hard exterior he’s been putting up all day completely gone.

You think it over for a second. You can see from here that’s he beyond drunk, and you feel sorry for him. If it was yesterday, you wouldn’t have hesitated.

You sigh and head over to where he’s just dropped his wallet and phone on the ground and is struggling to pick them back up.

Once he’s upright again, you see that he’s grinning at you, eyes following you, staring even.

You hold out your hand for the keycard and he hands it to you.

“Thanks. Couldn’t get it to work.” He slurs.

“Had a big night, hey?” You ask as you tap the key card and swing the door open.

He laughs. “Was that easy, huh? I must’ve had a big one.”

You roll your eyes. “Well, judging by the fact you’re back here and looking pretty rough before 11pm, I’d say so.”

If you didn’t know him better, you could’ve sworn he blushed at that.

He sits down on the bed and you place his key on the nightstand.

You head for the door.

“Wait, Y/N.”

You turn, eyebrows raised.

“Can you stay for a minute? I, uh, I need some help.” He gestures to his shoes, embarrassed.

You huff. “Really, Jake? They don’t even have laces.”

He frowns. “I know that. Can’t feel my fingers at the moment. Wouldn’t be able to get the zippers. I’d just end up sleeping with them on.” He giggles.

You walk back over to the foot of the bed. He’s leaning back on his elbows, ankles extended toward you. You kneel down on the floor, unzipping his boots and placing them neatly on the floor next to the bedpost.

You remove his socks for good measure, and he hums as you place his feet back on the floor.

“Thank you.” He murmurs.

“It’s all good.” You reply. You stand up and take a step back, placing his socks on the dresser. “You gonna be alright now?”

He sits up, staring at you again. He just stays there for a few moments, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Finally, he speaks. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

It takes you a second to process what he’s said, and even with his drunken slur, the words make your stomach flip. He’s called you pretty before, in one of his many attempts to get you flustered. This feels different. More… intense, somehow. You think about how you look right now, slippers and sweatpants, still wearing his sweatshirt from earlier, glasses on from sewing, hair air dried and hanging over your shoulders. You certainly don’t feel beautiful.

“You don’t mean that. You’re drunk.”

He hums. “I do mean it. Love looking at you, y’know.”

Your head clears, and you realise you need to take this for what it is. Drunken rambling.

“Okay, Jake. You need to go to sleep. Have you eaten?”

He waves you off. “Yeah, yeah. Had dinner out.”

“Alright. Hop into bed. I’ll turn the lights off when you’re in and then I’m going back to my room.”

He scoots back up the bed, fishing the covers out from underneath him and cocooning himself. He’s still fully dressed, but you’re not about to offer to help him with that.

“You got an alarm set?” You ask him.

“Ah, yeah, think I do.” He digs his wallet and phone out from his pocket and from under the blankets to hand them to you. You place his wallet on the nightstand with his room key and plug in his phone, seeing the little alarm icon on the lock screen.

“Yeah, you do. 9am.”

You put the phone down and flick off the lamp, walking around the bed to get the other one.

You make a spur of the moment decision to grab him some water from the bathroom before you go. As you’re returning to the bedroom, you hear him from under his cocoon.

“Please don’t go.”

You sigh, placing the water next to the bed. “I have to. I’ve got work to finish.” You lie. “And you and I aren’t really on the best of terms right now. I don’t think sober you would want me here.”

He rolls over and frowns at you. “I would. Slept so badly last night without you. Got drunk, still couldn’t get comfortable.” You don’t say anything, so he tries again. “You said you slept badly too. You’ll sleep better in here, with me.”

You feel the same pang of warmth in your tummy before you scold yourself. He’s drunk. He already told you how he feels. You can’t let yourself feel anything more.

“Sorry. I gotta go.”

He grumbles again, and you switch off the lamp and make your way out.

When you get back to your room, the silver tray and cloche are sitting on the floor by your door. You pick it up and make your way inside. You sit quietly for a bit, picking at the cold fries, sipping directly from a mini-bottle of champagne.

You ready yourself for bed, putting on some music and snuggling down under the blankets.

As you close your eyes, you think about how he was right.

You would’ve slept much better next to him.

Chapter 3

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alpurrtwhizkersss · 2 years ago

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Please write for Q. No one does and it’s so sad

I Love You

Requested By: Anonymous!

Genre: Angst, Eventual Fluff

Prompt: None

Author’s Note: this one was actually an OC fic that I’ve taken and converted into an X Reader, so if anything sounds strange or out of context then that’s why lol, but I think it translates pretty well to a self insert, apart from the weird formatting… that’s just a Google Docs-Tumblr issue lol :) hope you enjoy, anon!

Q opened his eyes, the small beams of light from between his curtains hit him like a tiny truck, he groaned and rolled over onto his front, welcoming the darkness of his pillow. Another night of that dream.

That had been the third week in a row in which Q had been subjected to reliving his experience with Y/N in that tiny storage room. It had also been three weeks since the incident had occurred, and Q felt… strange. He still loved Y/N as much as he did before the kiss, only… he wasn’t sure if Y/N felt the same. Trying to read Y/F/N Y/L/N was like trying to read a book upside down while riding a horse… in lava, it was difficult, and Q wasn’t much of a people-person, anyway, which made the whole situation worse. Q sighed, and swung his tired legs over the side of his bed, he glanced down at where Y/N was asleep beside him and took in their features, still fast asleep. He gazed lovingly over their eyes and marvelled at how beautiful their Y/H/C hair falling across their face made them look, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“You shouldn’t frown, Q… it imprints on you, love.” Q perked up and noticed that Y/N’s eyes were only slightly open, yet still open enough to see the man staring at them, he ducked his head and felt heat flush his cheeks, he didn’t bother to stutter out a reply as he stood to begin to make breakfast.

Y/N let out a quiet sigh at this movement, and got up to follow him, their footsteps padded slowly behind him as they yawned and rubbed their eyes.

“Would you rather have toast or cereal for breakfast?” Q called to them, his voice slightly raspy from lack of use overnight. Y/N walked up behind him and wrapped their arms around his waist, leaning their head on his shoulder and kissing his cheek, Q smiled softly before catching himself, can’t get attached, he thought, you’ll only get hurt, he wriggled out of their grip softly and walked over to the coffee machine to begin preparing his drink.Y/N, as usual, hid their hurt feelings behind an emotionless face. “I’ll have cereal, please.” they spoke, and Q nodded. Y/N made their way over to the breakfast table and smiled as one of Q’s cats rubbed herself against their leg. “Hello, gorgeous girl.” they cooed, kneeling down to stroke the furless fur-baby. “I think Bellamy likes me, Q.” but Q didn’t reply, only continued pouring the milk into their cereal. Y/N narrowed their eyes and stood, staring holes into the back of his head. “Q, did I do something to upset you last night?” they questioned softly, trying to hide the hurt behind their words, Q shrugged and brought their bowl over to the table, “No, you didn’t.” He said simply, and Y/N narrowed their eyes, taking a seat at the table as Q sat on the opposite side, “Then… Why are you acting so withdrawn?”, they asked, eating a spoonful of their cereal, Q suddenly slammed his spoon down on the table, he stared angrily at Y/N.

“Why am I acting withdrawn? You want to know why I– alright, fine! I don’t know how you feel about me, Will, you’re so loving and affectionate with me here, at home, but when we’re at work you… lose that completely! If you want to just be friends, it’s fine, you can tell me, but please, for the love of God, stop leading me in circles.” Q spoke loudly, and Y/N was slightly taken aback. Their eyes searched Q’s, and they found themself unsure of what to say for a moment. Suddenly, their confusion turned to anger, they stood up and stared him down from the other side of the table.

“I can’t believe I’m actually hearing this, oh my God! Q, do you honestly think that I’d act like this with you if I wasn't completely and irrevocably in love with you? I don’t just want to be friends, Q, I want to be loved by you… romantically, I want to do all the stupid, lame things that couples do, like- like going on picnic dates, and dancing to the terrible songs on the radio at 3 in the morning, and cuddling until we fall asleep in each others arms-” Y/N sputtered out, their pace making their words almost unintelligible to anybody if they weren’t listening intently, Q spoke their name softly, his expression changed to a regretful one.

“No, no, it’s my turn to speak, and your turn to listen, Q. The reason I don’t interact with you much at work anymore is because I don’t want to embarrass you! I don’t want to be all weird and couple-y because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I don’t want to be too much for you, but I- I want you to love me…”

The silence in the room was deafening, Y/N stared at Q.

“Say something, Q…” they swallowed, their hands clammy and their eyes watering, Q stood up from his seat and slowly walked over to Y/N, he stared them right in the eyes, and kissed them. Y/N grasped at his face immediately, letting tears fall from their eyes as he pulled back. “Does that mean that you like me again?” they spoke softly, their voice raw and shaky, “I’ll always like you. I’ll always love you, actually. You’re my home.” Q replied, smiling softly.

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fiction-box · 2 years ago

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I just realized the rules say we can ask for up to two at a time. 🥲

…would you mind writing for a cursed female reader and Ashe? Except maybe she’s in a bit more danger and there’s a high risk/stress level?

Thanks so much 💛

No problem at all! My rules say you can have up to 2 characters, but that's more of a limit than a requirement. Thank you for reading them!

But yes, I did attempt to raise the stakes in this one. There is more visible tension, and I have written my interpretation of some behavioral changes that might occur when significant stressors such as this are introduced.

Here is my take!

Requests are open. The story will be continued under the cut.

The light of the sun streaming in through the windows brought the pleasant warmth that came with the changing of spring to summer. You were walking down the hall, looking out at the blue sky through the glass when someone bumped into you.

“Oof-” you didn’t fall to the ground, but the box that the other person must have been holding fell next to you.

Kneeling down, you picked up the box, “Excuse me, but you dropped…this…?”

Only, when you looked around, you couldn’t tell who it was that had run into you in the first place. There wasn’t even a trace of a clue, and so you were left to stand in the hall holding a box that didn’t belong to you.

“Woah, hey! A-are you alright?”

You turned from your spot on the ground to see Ashe jogging up to you.

“Did you happen to see someone running by you?” you asked.

His eyes went wide, “Wait, did someone push you down?” his brows lowered, “Just tell me what they looked like. I’ll catch up to them.”

“No, no, that’s not it!” you defused, “It’s just…there was a woman, I think, from the bit of the robe that I saw. She bumped into me and dropped this box, but when I looked up to hand it to her, she was gone.”

“Hmm,” Ashe looked down the hall, as though he might see someone matching your limited description. Suddenly, he seemed to realize you had been knocked to the floor. “Oh! Sorry, here, let me help you up.”

He took the box from you in one hand, then outstretched his other one. You accepted the help, allowing him to lift you off the ground. As he handed the box back to you, you accidentally got your first real look at what was inside. There was no lid, but a thin sheet of material covered whatever was inside.

“What is it?” Ashe wondered aloud, peering into the container.

You were curious, too. Gently, you allowed your fingers to ease the material off the object. A mirror, laid to rest at the bottom, was the only thing underneath it.

It was more ornate than you expected for something the size of a book. There were golden swirls around its edges and a ruby-red frame.

Finding yourself entranced by the pattern, you reached in with your free hand, curling your fingers around its frame.

You retracted them quicker than you had curled them.

“Agh!” you breathed, a sharp pain spreading across your hand.

Ashe retrieved the box from you, watching your hand intently, “You’re bleeding…come on, let’s get you to Professor Manuela.”

The trip didn’t take long; she bandaged your hand and let you go with a warning to be more careful.

“Maybe you should take this to your room. The person who bumped into you would probably recognize you, and you could get it for her if you ever meet again.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Ashe.”

So it was that you parted ways with you making a one-way trip to your room. Originally, you had been prepared to set the box away somewhere under your bed before heading down to the dining hall, but…

…one more look wouldn’t hurt, right?

You woke up the next morning in front of the mirror, though you didn’t remember ever taking it out of the box and setting it on the small coffee table at the center of your room. In truth, you didn’t actually remember falling asleep last night, either.

Legs sore, you rose from your “seat” on the floor before the table. You were unsteady for a moment, stumbling into your bed on shaky legs. After a good stretch though, it was time for you to make your way to the dining hall for breakfast.

Navigating there and getting a meal wasn’t so difficult, but it was when you ran into Felix and Ingrid on your way to the training grounds that something seemed off.

“Hey,” Ingrid greeted, uncharacteristically hesitant.

“Um, hi…Is there any particular reason you two are looking at me funny?” you checked yourself over once, “There’s nothing on my clothes, is there?”

“Well…you did something different with your hair, is all.”

My hair?

You grabbed a bit of it, pulling it forward so you could see.

“No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“You dyed it,” Felix raised a brow, clearly impatient, “There are streaks of white that weren’t there, before.”

“Ha-ha,” you quipped, “Come on, you know my hair has always been like this.”

Your classmates looked at each other, then back to you, “No, that definitely wasn’t there yesterday.”

“Or any other day,” Felix added.

“Not falling for it,” you called, walking past them into the training grounds.

They didn’t come after you. It was nice that they had stopped acting strangely, but you found it weird that they never quit their joke or apologized. Weirder still was how Felix was in on it, too.

You shut your mind off, moving to start your training for the late morning. To warm up, you would fire off a few spells at the training dummies. Then you could find a partner and really get down to business.

~~~~

Nothing went right.

The training dummies were barely scathed, and when you worked with a partner after lunch, you performed worse than ever. Now, dinner had passed. You had ended late with some private training, but you just felt confused, weak, and desperate.

Heading out for the last time that day, you came across Ashe again. He had wanted to know if you were able to return the mirror, but you let him know you hadn’t found any luck in that regard. After wishing him good night, you finally got back to your quarters.

Only, you didn’t go to bed again. You woke up in front of that mirror. And it happened night after night for the next two days.

~~~~

“...good morning,” Professor Byleth strained, concerned.

You were the last to enter the classroom, but you certainly made the most notable entrance.

Sylvain’s eyes widened, Ashe’s jaw hung open slightly, and Mercedes gave a small gasp.

“Your hair! It’s all white- why would you-?” Annette cried.

“That’s not the only change,” Felix scoffed. “She’s absolutely useless in the training grounds. Couldn’t even use her magic, and she was pale as a ghost the whole time.”

“She’s pale as a ghost right now…” Ingrid worried.

You sighed, “Why has everyone been giving me such a difficult time? I don’t understand what’s so hard about this; my hair has always been white, I’ve never been able to use magic,” and with a pointed glare toward Felix you finished, “and we’re from Faerghus; we don’t tan easily.”

Dimitri frowned, “Does anyone have any sort of portrait or letter that can contradict her hair color?”

“No, because it has always been this way.”

“Then why do you keep so many tomes in your room?” Ingrid contested.

“Maybe because the professor buys them and gives them to me? At this point, I’m pretty sure she’s just using my bookshelf as a storehouse, but I don’t mind.”

“That is enough, everyone. Ashe, please see me after class.”

“W-What?” Ashe whipped his head to face forward.

“He didn’t even say anything,” Ingrid rose out of her seat, “You can’t punish him while I’ve been-”

“I said enough, Ingrid. Ashe will be seeing me after class, and class will be starting right now. That is final.”

The room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Throwing a pitiful look Ashe’s way, Ingrid sunk back into her chair.

“Sylvain, perhaps you’d like to start us off with your report on the Sreng region so far this month…”

~~~

“...you asked to see me?”

Professor Byleth sighed, “I’m sorry I had to call on you in front of everyone. I promise, I’m just as worried about your classmate as everyone else.”

“You’re not in trouble,” she added upon noticing Ashe still looked like he might protest to something.

“Maybe I’m not, but she is! She’s been acting so strangely these past few days, and that’s not even considering her change in hair color.”

“I’m well aware. The hair was intriguing enough, but her strength has been greatly depleted ever since I trained with her a few days ago.”

And after their training session early this morning, she wasn’t sure what else there was to take than the strength that kept her standing and breathing.

“This isn’t the joke she’s making it out to be. Your classmate is in danger, but fortunately, I think I have a lead. These past few nights, I’ve noticed her turning in early and locking her door. She won’t respond when I knock or call her name, though.”

“That’s strange. If anything, she looks like she’s been getting less sleep than usual,” Ashe pondered.

“My thoughts exactly. We don’t have much time until tonight, but I want you to be watching her. As soon as you see her go into her room, grab the nearest classmate and pick the lock.”

“P-Pick the lock? But-”

“This is for her own good. There’s something I need to pick up, and then I promise I’ll be right behind you.”

The archer still looked confused despite his nod as he turned to go.

“Oh, and Ashe?”

He turned until they were making eye contact.

“Don’t let anyone catch onto what you’re doing.”

~~~~~

So, he waited, watching silently throughout the day as you went through your tasks. You really did do quite a lot for the Blue Lions, but…something was off.

Your steps and actions were clumsy and inexperienced despite it being the umpteenth time you tended to the stable mares. If anyone would know, it would be Ashe; the one who would spend all evening on the task so long as you were with him.

A change. Your steps sure and balanced for once as you put away your supplies and headed off to bed.

The commoner boy followed you to ensure you really did make it to your room. The sun hadn’t even fully set yet, but there was no doubt you’d find a way to wake up tired the next day, regardless.

Well, not this tim-

“Wow. Never took you for the kind to stalk a girl, Ashe. Guess you-”

“Shh!”

Perfect. Naturally, Sylvain had caught him in the hallway following you to your room just as you had shut your door. Just great.

“Woah, now you’re shushing me? I mean, of course you’d want-”

The archer deftly pulled the sword from the scabbard at the Gautier noble’s side, maneuvering to hold it at Sylvain’s throat.

“Sylvain, this is serious,” Ashe shouted in a whisper, “So help me, if you make any more noise…I may be shorter than you, but we both know I’m faster.”

Shocked, Sylvain didn’t have a reaction other than widening his eyes.

“Take it easy, Ashe,” he muttered. “Besides, you don’t even know how to us- gh-!”

The former thief pressed the blade forward, “I know enough to know that if I apply enough pressure right here with the blade, you’ll never make another noise. You will not speak. Do I make myself clear?”

After a moment of staring each other down in the hall outside her dorm room, Ashe sighed and turned toward the door. A few more moments and the sun would fully set.

Kneeling at the handle, the archer pulled the sharp metal of a lockpick out of his pocket.

Suddenly, he was yanked backward by his hood and into the wall. On instinct, Ashe jumped to his feet, but not before Sylvain had retrieved his sword from the floor and pointed it at Ashe.

“Sorry, but I can’t let you do that. Some lines you just don’t cross.”

“Sylvain, what in Fodlan are you talking ab-”

The soft click of the Professor’s heeled boots rushed down the hall toward the Lions, her own voice coming out in a whisper-shout.

“What are you two doing? Enough messing around; Sylvain, let Ashe pick the lock already.”

“What? Professor-”

“Shh!”

Instantly, Ashe was back at the handle, Less than a few seconds later, the lock was rendered obsolete.

“All you, Professor,” he nodded.

Nodding in turn, Professor Byleth pulled the bow she had obtained from off her shoulder, nocking an arrow in place and crouching low.

“How did you-? What is actually going on here?” Sylvain panicked.

“Sylvain. I don’t have time to explain much more, but we’re going to need your help fighting if push comes to shove. Your classmate’s life hangs in the balance.”

“And that’s why you-?”

“That is why the Church agreed to let me use this bow. Parthia will strike true, even if we cannot identify the enemy, ourselves.”

“Right. Okay, I’m with you.”

“Ashe, open the door.”

Noiselessly, the commoner flung the door open only to find his classmate kneeling on the floor at a small table.

Still primed to shoot, Byleth shuffled about the room until the small mirror propped in front of her pupil came into view.

Their friend was transfixed by the object, a thin, steady stream of white light connecting her eyes to the mirror.

The moment the Ashen Demon came into its view, the white tendril snapped. It lashed out, now more physical than intangible.

There wasn’t enough time to react to what was happening. The magic of the mirror was too quick. With a single, deceptively heavy swipe, it collided with Byleth’s head. She was knocked aside, Parthia left to fall where she once stood as her form went limp against the wall.

“What th-!”

“Professor!”

Sylvain rushed across the room, adapting quickly to slide under the tendril’s attack. Upon reaching Byleth, he swung back against the magic.

Each swipe simply cleaved the tendril, stalling it for a moment before it reconnected with its base and came in for another attack.

Taking advantage of the distraction his classmate provided, Ashe crawled toward where Parthia lied.

All it took was a glance around to know the only arrow Ashe had was the one his Professor had dropped.

He dared not whisper a word as he nocked the bow from his place on the ground. With only a rough estimation of the mirror’s position due to his limited view, it really would be up to Parthia.

Ashe rose to his knees and yelled only one word to Sylvain in the split second he had to aim.

“Duck!”

The projectile flew to the center of the room, slightly adjusting its trajectory to hit its wielder’s mark. Sylvain dropped to the floor just in time, doing his best to shield Professor Byleth’s body as Parthia’s arrow struck true.

The mirror shattered, a burst of light energy knocking all of the present company to the walls of the room.

And when the light vanished, no one in the room was left awake to get back up again.

~~~

In the days that followed, the infirmary stayed busy. Manuela tended to Sylvain and Ashe in the infirmary as Rhea chose to care for you and the professor on her own terms. An abundance of clerics that were at the Church’s disposal lent their talents for the occasion as classmates came and went with gifts, well-wishes, and plenty of questions.

Professor Byleth was the first to return to her class, recovering from her head trauma abnormally unaffected. Sylvain’s recovery took place shortly after, as he had been protected mostly by his position low on the ground.

More days passed, the infirmary closed itself off to visitors, and the room in which the incident occurred was tidied up. The Blue Lions remained with only seven students in attendance for another week.

The day Ashe returned to the class, he was almost overwhelmed at the amount of gifts sitting at his table. Books from Ingrid, sweets from Mercedes, flowers from Dedue, and a multitude of letters from people around the monastery.

And when the Blue Lions returned from their monthly mission to find you had been returned to the classroom, your hair returned to its natural shade?

Well, the only person that needed to be pulled into the hug was Felix.

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𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫: V-(으)ㄴ 채로 ✏️ 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 - The expression is used to indicate that the action in the following clause is performed while in the state, or under the circumstances, described in the preceding clause. It's often translated as "while", "with" or "in the state of having done something". - V-(으)ㄴ 채로 can be shortened V-(으)ㄴ 채 E.g. 비가 와서 우산을 열었던 채로 걸어갔어요. (Because it was raining, I walked while having my umbrella opened.) → Indicate that an action has already been happened (open the umbrella) and that the state of that action continues until the next action (walk). ✏️ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 (1) Present tense and future tense are not typically used before -(으)ㄴ 채로 because the grammatical structure is used to indicate that an action has already been completed and the state of that action continues. E.g. 지금 외투를 입은 채로 잠들어 버리다 (x) (I fall asleep while wearing a coat now) 내일 외투를 입은 채로 잠들어 버리다 (x) (I fall asleep while wearing a coat tomorrow) → These two do not make sense, because the act of putting on the coat is ongoing or yet to occur. 외투를 입은 채로 잠들어 버렸다 (o) (I fell asleep with my coat on.) (2) It is not used with the verbs 가다 (to go) and 오다 (to come). Because these verbs indicate a change of location or state and it would not make sense to use them in this context. Additionally, these verbs represent a change of state, which doesn't match well with the idea of V-(으)ㄴ 채로, which indicates the continuation of a state. 집에 갔던 채로 저녁 먹었어요 (x) 집에 가서 저녁 먹었어요 (o) (I went home and had dinner) (3) It is often used in the form of Verb+아/어놓은/둔 채로 to emphasize that the person has already completed the action and the state of that action continues until the next clause. E.g. 문을 닫은 채로 요리를 해서 집안에 냄새가 심하게 나요. = 문을 닫아 놓은 채로 요리를 해서 집안에 냄새가 심하게 나요. = 문을 닫아 둔 채로 요리를 해서 집안에 냄새가 심하게 나요. (The house is full of smell because I cooked with the door closed.) (4) This expression is not used to described situation that are naturally expected after the preceding action occurs. E.g. 가스 불을 켠 채 라면을 끓였어요. (X) → 가스 불을 켜고 라면을 끓였어요. (O) (I turned on the gas and cooked ramen.) It obvious that heat is required to cook noodles, then V-(으)ㄴ 채로 sounds awkward. (5) V-(으)ㄴ 채로 is different from V-(으)면서 . Even though they both can be translated as “while” in English, they have different uses and meanings. - V-(으)ㄴ 채로 is used to indicate that an action has already been happened and the state of that action continues. E.g. 커피를 마신 채로 책을 읽다 (I read a book while having drunk a coffee.) → the person had already drunk a coffee and is reading a book while still having the effect of the coffee. - V-(으)면서, on the other hand, is used to indicate that two actions are occurring simultaneously. E.g. 커피를 마시면서 책을 읽다. (I read a book while drinking coffee,) → the person is reading a book and drinking coffee at the same time. It's worth noting that V-(으)면서 can be used with all tenses, unlike V-(으)ㄴ 채로 which is mainly used with past tense. ✏️ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Verb + -(으)ㄴ 채로: 입다 -- 입은 채로 (while wearing clothes...) 잠을 자다 -- 잠을 잔 채로 (while sleeping...) 앉다 -- 앉은 채로 (while sitting…) ✏️ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 1. 옷이 왜 이렇게 젖었어요? - 수영복을 안 가지고 와서 옷을 입은 채로 수영을 해서 래요. Why did your clothes get wet? - I didn't bring my swimsuit, so I swim while wearing my clothes. 2. 갑자기 비가 와서 비에 젖은 채로 집에 돌아왔어요. (It suddenly rained, so I came home wet with the rain.) 3. 책을 읽으면서 휴식을 취하던 채로 일요일 아침을 보냈어요. (While reading a book and taking a rest, I spent Sunday morning) 4. 어젯밤이 창문을 열어 놓은 채로 잤더니 감기가 걸린 것 같아요. (Last night, I went to sleep while opening the windows, and then it seems I catch a cold.) 5. 급한 일이 나서 점심을 아직 끝나지 않은 채로 나가야 했어요. (Since urgent work occurred, I had to go out while not finishing lunch.) #KoreanGramamr #KoreanLanguage #Studywithme

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twentydaysofdrabbles · 1 year ago

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The Concierge’s Private Service (Part 16)

There was a time when you would never spend more than an hour asleep at any one time. Too much to do, too little time to do it in. Not enough safety. Needing to move and hunt and...

Suffice it to say you no longer have the youthful stamina you once did. A full day at work, then the excitement in the night, the long hours of waiting past midnight, then the exertion at dawn, and then now as you make your way into your second day without sleep...well, you’re tired.

The hour of shut eye that you caught in your room just has to do. It will.

For a mercy, no one comments on your state. Good, you made sure that you had not a single hair out of place, your clothes impeccably clean and neat, your complexion is as it always was, and your dead, dead eyes have no more of a spark of life than they ever did. With your polite, professional smile on your face, it is as if nothing had ever happened.

But it did, and it can be seen in the way that young-but-old Frisk approaches you at your counter.

I see what you mean when you said ‘not quite like me’.

They stayed at the side of the counter so that you can see them without leaning over the tall edge. Their expression is amused and knowing all at once, their dark eyes twinkling slightly.

You incline your head. "Admittedly, there are very few that are like you, Mx Frisk.” There were stories that came up with the monsters, of children who had fallen before Frisk. And only one of whom was quite like the child-but-not.

Frisk is the only one now, as far as you know.

The monster ambassador smiles and hides a laugh behind their hand. I don’t think there are many like you either. Their hands slow as they look at you, dark brows falling and then furrowing.

A part of you, the same part that had relished in the warm splatter over your face, suddenly tenses. The child-but-not is looking at something. Looking at you. And you don’t know what it is they are seeing.

All you can see is their expression. Going from curious, to concerned, to a frown. The air around you thickens slightly, as if a spell of a sort had been cast. It’s not the heavy taste of offensive magic and so you let it lie, but it’s not something you will tolerate, not even from the mysterious Mx Frisk.

“Mx Frisk, may I offer some wisdom?” you initiate the conversation politely.

Startled out of their thoughts, they look up at you with wide eyes.

Suddenly, they just...look like a child. You’re suddenly reminded of what you see in them - not quite like you, not quite a child, not quite an adult. Then...in-between? Too old to be the ten year old child they appear to be, too young to be an adult they try to project themselves as. Trapped. As new to this Surface world as the rest of the monsters.

And that thought stills the harsh warning from spilling from your lips. No, instead to temper yourself. Let the tired ache in your head stay there, your instinct curbing the worst of your words. “I suggest taking greater care with your Vision,” you wave to your eyes to explain. “It is quite a...heavy...stare.”

Frisk gapes at you for a brief moment. You...can feel it?

Rather than answer verbally, you merely nod.

To which Frisk scratches the back of their neck sheepishly. Sorry. No one usually notices. I’ll stop. But though they stop signing, they continue to stand at the corner of the counter.

Blinking slowly, you fold your hands before your belly, asking, “Is there something else I can help you with, Mx Frisk?” After all, very few people linger around your counter.

The child-but-not shuffles in place, briefly toeing the ground before they seem to force themselves to stop. Bringing their hands together, they speak. I know what happened last night and this morning.

Oh? You suppose Sans would hardly leave his Family out of the loop. But you did not expect them to be aware of what occurred in the early hours of the morning. “I apologise for the disruption, Mx Frisk. The indoor pools should be ready by tomorrow afternoon, should you wish to use them.” Best not to go further into what happened, not out in the open.

That’s okay. What about this morning?

“There was a performance at the Coliseum. The Manager did not want us to miss it.” You wouldn’t be surprised if someone was watching, if it were not Frisk themselves.

I was wondering why it was so crowded. Their eyes gleam and they smile. I saw that you had a leading part.

So they did watch. You only nod for a lack of anything else to say. They saw what they saw.

I thought the Continental was neutral? When Frisk only looks at you, as if expecting an explanation for the ‘performance’, you blink back down at them.

Hmm, the Manager didn’t fully apprise them of all that they should expect - it was hardly in her nature to be forthcoming anyway - but you would have thought they learned by now.

“The Hotel has one rule and when that rule is broken, punishment must be meted out,” you respond.

The attack on Sans. Their eyes turn dark, the flame within them familiar to you. As if they had wanted to get their hands on whoever was at fault and rip them to shreds.

You nod. “And on another. We enforce our own rule. Judiciously so.” That message was sent, and you hope it was received. It had better be.

Frisk smiles darkly, but signs no more. Ah, you must have answered their questions. So you tilt your head as Frisk remains standing there, their gaze to the floor as if considering something. “What else can I assist you with, Mx Frisk?”

Frisk hesitates for a moment more before their shoulders straighten and they shove their hand in their pocket. Coins jingle and jangle, and then they take several out to offer to you.

Taken completely by surprise, you just stare at the coin. “Mx Frisk?”

The child-but-not puts the coins on the desk space between you to free up their hands. Can you help me look for someone?

Ah. You shake your head, “I don’t offer private services any longer, Mx Frisk. But the Continental has many services--”

No! Their gesture is insistent. I saw you this morning. You still do some work, otherwise you wouldn’t have killed that man. Please, it’s...it’s my mum. I can’t find her.

Their mother. The former queen? That is interesting indeed, you weren’t aware that she was missing.

Your fingers press together briefly where they are folded up against your belly. “Mx Frisk, I serve the Continental and by extension the Manager,” you explain as politely as you can. What’s a professional way of declining the ambassador? “I unfortunately do not offer any personal, private services to guests.”

Frisk grabs the coins and holds the pile up to you in a pleading gesture, signing as best they can with one hand. Can’t trust. Asgore. Sans hurt. Papyrus obvious. Please.

You don’t want to admit that there is a tug in your chest at the way they beg you with hands and eyes and expression. It is genuine, the way that they are asking you. This isn’t a ploy, or a manipulation, as far as you can see. And you like to think you have become rather good at it.

Still. You shake your head. “My sincere apologies, Mx Frisk, I--”

Then can you set up a meeting? They sign with the coin in their hand.

Uh.

Polite confusion twists your expression the slightest bit. How did that change the request? Frisk seemed to be rewording their bargain to make it more palatable to your ear.

Then, before you can respond to that amended question, the phone rings. “One moment, Mx Frisk,” you say apologetically. Picking up the phone, you recognise the caller to be the Manager herself. Speak of the devil.

“My Heart. I know it has been a long morning, but there is something I would like you to do...”

“Of course, ma’am.” You can deny the Manager nothing. “How can I assist?”

“I’ve heard that a certain someone has come to request your assistance. It just so happens to align with what I need. Two birds with one stone, yes? I’d appreciate it if I had an ear to the ground, as it were.”

You close your eyes. Of course. The woman has eyes and ears everywhere. As do you.

“Certainly, ma’am.”

Upon hanging up, you turn to Frisk who has crept closer while you were on the phone. Close enough that they could hear the soft murmur of the Manager’s voice over the speaker. And yet, they still look up at you innocently with the widest of eyes, a small pile of coins cupped in their hands, raised in offer to you.

Looking around warily to check if anyone is watching, you kneel down and reach out to take one coin out of the pile. “Miss Toriel was last seen in the south of the city yesterday morning,” you murmur, pocketing the coin and pushing Frisk’s hands closed over the remainder.

They frown and look at you, dumping the coins in their pocket to sign at you. Wait, but the Manager said-- Their expression is a mix of confusion and frustration all in one.

“Patience, Mx Frisk,” you say evenly as you stand. “I’ve been advised by the kitchen that they are making pastries this afternoon. If you like, I can arrange to have some sent to your room.”

The child-but-not looks every bit of their physical age as they frown at you. You can only hope they catch your meaning.

After a few heartbeats, they bite their lip and nod. Chocolate chip cookies? Sans likes them too.

You can’t stop yourself from blinking, but you reflexively respond in the affirmative, “Of course, Mx Frisk.” Well, far be it for you to wonder why Frisk wants to involve Sans but not the others.

A smile blooms on the child-but-not’s face and they nod with a bounce. Okay! See you around! They wave and give your leg a brief hug. It only lasts a heartbeat, but to your frozen form, it feels like a heartbeat too long.

Your skin prickles uncomfortably where Frisk had hugged you. Looking down at them, you don’t move to reciprocate or push them away, only peering down at them curiously. Warily. “Have a good day, Mx Frisk.” That’s all you can think of to say.

Frisk seems to hold back a giggle as they sign thanks. They can clearly tell how uncomfortable you are despite the polite way you hold yourself, mercifully deciding to make themselves scarce.

As they go, you exhale through your nose slowly. What a strange child.

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tenebraevesper · 11 months ago

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains, Night 2: Welcome To Freddy's

''Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls… Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! On stage, we have Freddy the Bear, Chica the Chicken, and Bonnie the Bunny, here to perform just for you. So sit back and enjoy the music while you chow down on our award-winning extra-cheese pizza. And if you're feeling up for a voyage, sail on over to Pirate Cove, where Foxy the Fox will be your best matey. By remaining in your seats at this time, you do hereby agree that Fredbear's Pizzeria is not liable for any damages, bodily or otherwise, that may occur to you or your child during your stay. Enjoy at your own risk. Alright, so uh, put your hands together for Freddy and the Fazbear band!''

– Bonnie's Mixtape by Griffinilla and Replacer ft. Kaggy (Five Nights at Freddy's)

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Sam hugged the Fredbear plushie, still half-asleep, even though she felt that it was already morning. She wanted to sleep a little longer, but she knew that she would have to get up. She kept her eyes closed, turning over and reaching for her smartphone. She frowned, confused when she felt something soft under her fingers.

''Good morning, sleepyhead.''

Sam opened her eyes suddenly, staring at Springtrap who was crouching next to her bed. Somehow, in her daze she had managed to miss the table with her smartphone and was instead touching Springtrap's nose.

''Oops, I'm sorry Spring, I-'' She then started laughing, especially after seeing his exasperated expression. She booped his nose playfully, with Springtrap not looking amused at all, but he still took things in stride.

''You really love to sleep as long as possible,'' he said.

''Yeah,… What time is it, anyways? 8 AM?'' Sam asked.

''Actually, it's a little past 9 AM,'' Springtrap replied in a dry tone.

''What?'' Sam's eyes were wide and she stared at Springtrap in surprise. She quickly got up. ''Why didn't you wake me up?''

''Well, whenever I wake you up early, you always fall back asleep,'' Springtrap replied. Sam figured that he had a point.

''Still, you could've woken me up,'' she muttered.

''I'll keep that in mind,'' Springtrap said, grinning. He exited her room and went downstairs, deciding to wait for her in the kitchen. He leaned against the table, briefly glancing at the fresh stack of pancakes he made for her, hoping that they didn't get cold. Sam joined him a few minutes later, staring at the pancakes with a hungry look on her expression. She took the strawberry jam out of the fridge and sat down, looking rather happy about the breakfast.

''So, we're going to Freddy's today,'' she said between bites. She glanced at her smartphone, checking the date and time of the grand re-opening of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Springtrap sat across her, giving her a curious look.

While they had actually already been at this establishment several times, she was still quite excited. The place had been closed at the time, so it wasn't that surprising that she was eager to see it opened. However, this wasn't the first time she had visited a location connected to Freddy's.

Springtrap knew that she had been several times at the location Henry and Michael had managed, having visited it until it burned down. Considering how curious Sam could be, he was surprised that they didn't run into each other at some point. Nevertheless, he was glad that they didn't, as she would've certainly become his next victim if they did.

Even before that, being a self-proclaimed urban explorer, Sam had attempted to visit Fazbear's Fright during the week it was supposed to open, but had been chased away by the night guard, not knowing at the time that it was Henry himself whom she had seen. She did visit it again, this time with Springtrap, although there wasn't much to explore due to the place having burned down. Nevertheless, she was still happy about just being there.

The last location they had visited was Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental, the only location that seemed to have survived Henry's purge. Aside from finding the remains of the Funtimes, they had also found the Nightmare Animatronics in a hidden area connected to the main part of the location. Rest assured, Sam was beaming when she saw what the place contained, even though that didn't last. She ended up getting herself accidentally injected with remnant, being left with a near-death experience, even though she did recover. However, both of them assumed that she might've had really died, only for the remnant to tie her soul to her body again.

It felt as if things would get only worse…

''Springtrap?'' Springtrap realized that he was probably giving Sam a blank stare, once again lost in his thoughts. He glanced at her, with Sam giving him a sympathetic smile. ''I guess you're more concerned about what might happen this time. After all, this is probably the first location in a long time that doesn't contain haunted animatronics.''

''Are you sure about that?'' Springtrap asked, his eyes flashing in a faint purple. Sam stared at him for a moment, then rose an eyebrow.

''Don't tell me you're planning on staying there,'' she said. Springtrap frowned.

''Of course not, but that doesn't mean that I won't explore it,'' he replied. ''After all, Fazbear Entertainment wasn't supposed to be a corporate entity anymore, but now they're back. I want to know how this is possible and what they're planning to do, as well as how long they will last, considering Freddy's dark reputation. There's no doubt that people know about what happened or have at least heard the rumors.''

''You're not the only one,'' Sam said. ''Not to mention, I'm probably not the only one who had played the Five Nights at Freddy's games.''

''True, although, considering what we had seen at the location, things seem to be fairly normal. If anything, what happened at Ricky's Wonder Shack might cause people to reconsider and decide to visit the 'new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza','' he added the last part in an announcer's voice, quoting the description that had been put on the official Freddy Fazbear's Pizza website.

''I think you're right about the possibility of Ricky's having their reputation damaged because of what Connor did. I mean, in the span of 3 weeks, two employees have vanished and one of them was found murdered, a child had been kidnapped and drugged, and now they have another employee missing,'' Sam said. ''Sure, it's not even close to what happened to Freddy's, but the Wolfrun Corporation had always advertised Ricky's Wonder Shack as 100% safe, often claiming that they were much better than Fazbear Entertainment.''

''The only problem is that you need only one person to destroy everything,'' Springtrap said. ''From what I've seen, Connor is incredibly self-destructive and would do anything as long as it suits his goals. Honestly, I doubt that at that point he even cared about what might happen to Ricky's, or he might not have been aware of what would happen.''

''It's not like we can ask him now about it,'' Sam said darkly, looking down at her pancakes and stabbing a piece with the fork. She then added in a distraught tone, ''At least I hope we won't have to…''

''Don't worry,'' Springtrap said, with Sam looking at him, noticing his eyes suddenly glowing. ''If anything happens, you can rely on me. However, I don't think there's any point in worrying about it, unless you want to get stressed even more. The only thing we should deal with now is Freddy's.''

''I guess you're right,'' Sam said, nodding. As she thought about it, she slowly started to feel a mix of anxiety and excitement again. She remembered her visits at Henry's location and how much fun she had there, even though it was a trap, and she hoped that it'll be the same for this location. ''I hope we'll have lots of fun there, as I do believe that we deserve to enjoy ourselves a little.''

''I couldn't agree more with that,'' Springtrap said. While he too hoped that things wouldn't go wrong this time, he was aware that he had to remain wary.

When it comes to Freddy's, nothing is what it seems to be…

xXx

Sam was standing outside Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, feeling a little nervous about entering it. It was as if her stomach was filled with butterflies, but despite the anxiety she felt, she really wanted to go inside. If anything, the location looked quite inviting, with the neon sign featuring a cartoonish image of the mascots – Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy – above the name of the location.

The location had already been open for a few hours and she saw other people going inside, wanting to join them. She wished that Springtrap was with her, but they both agreed that it would be better if he tried to get inside via the back entrance, as they were sure that someone might be wondering why an animatronic was entering the place through the front door. For all she knew, he already might've been inside the building, searching for her.

After taking a deep breath, Sam finally entered Freddy's.

The first thing she had noticed was how it different it felt being inside the building during the day in comparison to the times she had been inside during the night. Sure, it helped that there were actual people inside, either working or visiting the location, but there was also something else, something Sam couldn't really explain.

One thing was certain, though. Unlike Ricky's, which was almost always packed and somewhat dark, it seemed that Fazbear Entertainment went with the idea of keeping this location bright and comfortable. As Sam walked through the restaurant, it felt quite cozy and warm, if not even a little nostalgic. It also had a somewhat retro feeling to it, a callback to the good, old days, when Freddy's was at its heyday.

Okay, I like it…

Sam smiled as she observed the decorations on the wall, some of which were the posters of the mascots and even children's drawings. However, her attention was drawn by a sign that had bunch of rules written on it. One rule caused her to rise an eyebrow.

'''Watch out, you might lose your head. Keep your distance from the animatronics.' Are you kidding me?'' Sam muttered. She couldn't believe that they were actually referencing to the two Bites that had occurred. Hopefully, people won't get hurt this time. Hell, even the animatronics don't deserve dealing with idiots who have no idea what they're doing.

She turned to the area next to the stage, realizing that, while there were people there, the place wasn't as crowded as Ricky's Wonder Shack was. She didn't mind, as she actually didn't like huge, loud crowds, so she felt a lot more comfortable at Freddy's than she was at Ricky's.

She also observed the employees, whose uniforms consisted of black pants and dark purple polo T-shirts with a logo sewn on the left side of the chest. The logo was a black Freddy head inside a circle, with the name of the location, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, being written inside the circle. They also had name tags clipped on some part of their clothing or worn on a lanyard.

Sam then stepped closer to the stage, observing the animatronics. Currently, they weren't singing, even though music was playing through the loudspeakers, the song being Freddy's signature tune; a music box version of Toreador March from Carmen. There was also a screen next to the stage, with Sam assuming that it served for announcements.

The animatronics themselves were quite similar to their incarnations from the 90s, but there were some obvious differences. To start off, the suits were brand new, the fur clean and neat and their eyes were almost glowing. They didn't have that stocky build anymore and were more proportionate. Also, unlike the last time Sam had seen them, they were dressed up now.

Freddy Fazbear was wearing his usual black top hat and bowtie, along with black pants, a white shirt, a black waistcoat with two golden buttons and black fingerless gloves. He was also holding a microphone in his hand.

Bonnie the Bunny was wearing a red bowtie, along with black pants, a white shirt and a red open waistcoat with a black stripe on the bottom. The sleeves and the collar were torn and black on the edges, with the waistcoat looking somewhat like a jacket. He was also holding a red guitar.

Chica the Chicken was wearing a sleeveless orange dress with a black shirt with puffy sleeves underneath it. Over the dress was a white apron with the words ''Let's eat!'' being written on the top. Unlike Freddy and Bonnie, who were barefoot, Chica was wearing black stockings that reached to her knees and orange boots that reached a bit under her knees. She was also holding the cupcake on a plate.

Foxy the Pirate Fox was wearing brown pants and a blue frock coat with golden accents. He was also wearing a white fencing shirt with a black belt-like strap over his chest. On his head was a black pirate hat that had a marking resembling a red fox skull in front of two blue cutlasses that were crossed. His hand, as usual, had been replaced with a hook and he also had a black eye patch. While Foxy was currenly alongside Freddy, Bonnie and Chica, he also had his own stage in a corner on the far side of the restaurant.

Now, this is impressive! Sam smiled as she crossed her arms, tilting her head as she observed the animatronics. They had put so much work into those animatronics. Hopefully, they will last. She almost jumped out of her skin when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.

''So, what do you say?''

''Springtrap!'' Sam hissed, turning to the animatronic, who had a curious look on his expression. ''Don't sneak up on me like that!''

Springtrap just grinned, with Sam rolling her eyes. She looked past him, noticing that people, aside from a curious look here and there, weren't really paying attention to Springtrap. She figured that they believed that he was just another animatronic that belonged to the restaurant, even if he wasn't on the stage with the rest of the animatronics.

''Anyways, I see you managed to get inside,'' Sam said.

''It wasn't that hard, but I'm not really surprised,'' Springtrap replied, glancing around the room. He then turned to Sam. ''Say, have you already ordered anything to eat?''

''Not yet,'' Sam said. ''I was just looking around. It seemed that they added a few new things since we were here last time.''

''I've noticed,'' Springtrap said, then pointed at a booth at the far side of the restaurant. ''How about you get yourself something to eat and we could then discuss everything in peace?''

''Okay,'' Sam nodded, turning towards the counter where she could order her food. However, a bit away from it were three self-order kiosks. She went towards one, ordering herself a pizza with cheese and a soda. Aside from being hungry, she was also curious about how the food tasted. After she got her order number printed out, she went to the counter to pay for the food.

''Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!'' The employee, a woman with brown hair tied in a neat ponytail, greeted Sam. Sam just nodded politely, smiling as she gave the latter her order. She noticed the name tag pinned on the woman's shirt, on which stood ''Kylie Anthelm, Manager'', with Sam figuring that she was the one in charge of Freddy's. As Kylie typed the order number, she added, ''We are also handing out free Faz-Tokens Passes today, as a gift for the grand re-opening of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Would you like one?''

''Passes?'' Sam was confused when she was given the Faz-Tokens Pass. ''I thought that there would be actual tokens.''

''That's how it is now,'' Kylie shrugged, then smiled. ''Each pass has a code and if you go on our website and enter the code, you can keep track of how many tokens you have on your pass or you can check it over at the prize corner.''

''Okay, thanks,'' Sam replied, paying for her food. She glanced at the screen above the counter, with her number appearing as her order was being prepared.

''It'll be about 15-20 minutes until your order is done,'' Kylie added, with Sam nodding and walking away. She looked down at her Faz-Tokens Pass, wondering how many tokens she got on it. She wanted to try out her luck at the arcades and get a prize from Puppet.

There's so much to explore here. Sam looked around, mostly looking for Springtrap, but she also wanted to see as much of the restaurant as possible. She felt a little overwhelmed, knowing that it would take a while to adjust to this place, but she was really curious about what this place had to offer; not only during the day, but also during the night. I hope that they haven't changed the locks.

Sam had spotted Springtrap at the booth he pointed out to her, quickly walking over to him and sitting across him. She glanced around once again, still wondering why nobody was paying attention to the golden-green animatronic bunny sitting across her.

''Okay, have you even been approached at all?'' she asked.

''Not really,'' Springtrap replied. ''I know it's a little hard to believe, but it seems that people just aren't that interested in interacting with an animatronic.''

''Or they believe that, if they get too close to an animatronic, they might get hurt,'' Sam said.

''They wouldn't be wrong about it,'' Springtrap replied, sounding slightly amused. He noticed Sam's nonplussed expression, wondering whether he said something wrong. ''Anyways, what do you think about this location?''

''Well, for starters, I like it more than Ricky's Wonder Shack,'' Sam said. ''Although, it's still too early to say whether it's better than Henry and Mike's location.''

''At least it's not a trap this time,'' Springtrap said. He actually hadn't even seen the location Henry and Michael had managed, except for the salvaging room and the maze he was trapped inside. On the other hand, they had a good reason to keep him, Molten Freddy and Scrap Baby away from the main area.

''You know, as long as I get to enjoy myself, I'm happy being here,'' Sam told him.

''That's great to hear,'' Springtrap replied. Sam looked past him a few times, with Springtrap realizing that she was just making sure to see whether her order number would be called out. She then glanced at him.

''What about you?'' she asked.

''It certainly feels like I went back into the past,'' Springtrap said, glancing at the stage where the animatronics were. An announcement flashed on the screen, showing that they would perform another song soon. ''Even though some things are different, but I had already expected that. It's not as if Fazbear Entertainment would create an exact copy of a past location.'' He noticed Sam looking once again past him. ''You know, you could wait at the counter if you want. I'm not going anywhere.''

Sam gave him a sheepish smile, then stood up, walking over to the counter. Springtrap looked at her, knowing that she was quite excited, wanting to make sure she didn't miss anything during their visit to Freddy's. In a sense, she acted like a little child, impatient to taste the food, to play the games, to watch the animatronics perform…

She deserves to have fun. Springtrap sighed. That's how Henry and I imagined this place when we came up with the concept of Fredbear's Family Diner. It was supposed to be safe, to be family-friendly, with people not having to worry about anything. However, I guess that, with me being there, it just wouldn't last.

He could still vividly remember the diner. It may have been small and only have two animatronics, but both he and Henry were proud of their achievements. People loved to visit the diner and the children were overjoyed about their opportunity to run around and play games. It was a dream that came true, only to turn into a complete nightmare.

It was a nightmare I had created, something I was proud of. He didn't even notice that he was clenching his fist, his eyes glowing in a faint purple. Now, I'm back, and there's virtually no person who could stop me from doing what I want. He closed his eyes, still feeling the anxiety spreading through his chest. However, things are different this time. Not to mention, it's not like I need Henry's approval for this.

''Springtrap?'' He opened his eyes, noticing Sam's worried look. She had placed her soda and the pizza on the table, looking at him. ''Maybe coming here wasn't a good idea.''

''No, it was,'' Springtrap replied, with Sam sitting down. She gave him a questioning look, with him shaking his head, indicating that she shouldn't be worried about it. While not completely satisfied with the answer, she started eyeing her pizza. ''Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy your meal.''

''Thanks,'' Sam replied, taking a slice and biting into it.

''Does it taste like cardboard?'' Springtrap watched with mild interest as Sam almost choked on the bite, clearly not expecting such question. She rose an eyebrow, staring at him in bewilderment.

''What? Do you want to tell me that the pizza at Fredbear's and the previous Freddy's locations tasted like cardboard?'' she asked.

''No,… Well, not really,'' Springtrap said. ''I mean, we did have a few people complaining, but the food was otherwise fine. Besides, the complaints came when Henry and I weren't in charge anymore…''

''If you want to know, the pizza is actually really good, if hot,'' Sam replied, trying to make sure the cheese wouldn't fall off. ''It is better than the pizza at Ricky's, which, while it didn't taste like cardboard, it did taste a little strange. Hell, someone even made a conspiracy theory about them recycling their pizza.''

''Really? You didn't tell me that,'' Springtrap said.

''Well, it was a while ago, so I forgot about it,'' Sam told him, picking up the napkin to wipe her ketchup-stained fingers and then reached for her soda. ''In any case, I'm fine with it. Although, you'd probably want to try it yourself, right?''

''You know that that isn't possible,'' Springtrap told her, with Sam just grinning mischievously.

''Yeah,'' she muttered as she took another bite, ''one of the consequences of being undead.''

Springtrap stared at her for a while in silence, with Sam continuing eating her pizza. He then lifted his hand, placing his index finger on Sam's forehead, much to her surprise. She gave him a perplexed look, first glancing up at the finger on her forehead, then at Springtrap.

''You should know that there's always a way to learn from your mistakes,'' he said with a confident look on his expression. ''Keep that in mind.''

He then gently pushed her back, with Sam still feeling confused. She was wondering why he told her that, noticing that he still had that self-satisfied smirk on his expression.

''Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Fazbear Entertainment would like you to put your hands together for the one, the only, Freddy Fazbear!''

The two then got distracted by the music that suddenly started to play. The two looked at the stage, realizing it was time for the animatronics' performance. Sam smiled as she observed the animatronics, feeling excited about the performance. She was curious to see how this would turn out, still remembering how things were at Henry and Mike's location.

''Hello, everybody! You ready to have a good time? I know I am! 'Cause it's…''Freddy waved, with him, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy starting to sing together.

''Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! For kids, it's number one! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Where fantasy meets fun!''

Freddy then stepped out, gesturing at the animatronics and then at himself.

''Well, let's meet the band! My name is Freddy, I'm the singer in the band, got a hat and a big bowtie! I'm a big, brown bear, but don't be scared, I'm a real fun-lovin' guy!''

Bonnie then stepped out, placing his hand on Freddy's shoulder and pointing at himself as he looked at the audience, with his guitar being on his back, held by the black strap.

''Bonnie's my name, I'm hoppin' along, floppy ears and a cotton tail!'' He then stepped back, taking his guitar. ''My guitar is blazin', this rabbit's Hare-raisin'! Just listen to me wail!''

''Take it, Bonnie!''

Freddy stepped back, giving Bonnie the spotlight as the bunny performed an electric guitar riff. The four animatronics then started to sing again.

''Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! You get yer pizza by the pound! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Where all the kids are safe and sound!''

Chica then stepped out, holding up the plate with the cupcake.

''Hey, I'm Chica! The lady of the group, my singing is a treat!''

''So sweet!'' Bonnie chimed in.

''But keep an eye on your pizza, 'CUZ I'M A BIRD WHO LIKES TO EAT! NOM NOM NOM NOM!'' Chica continued, giggling.

''Finally, there's Foxy! One eye and a hook for a hand! He hangs out over in Pirate's Cove.'' Freddy took over, pointing at Foxy.

''Now you've met all the members of the band!'' Foxy added, with the band singing together.

''WOO-HOO!! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! The fun just can't be beat! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! It's time for us to eat! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! For kids, it's number one! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Where fantasy meets fun!''

''Shameless self-promotion much?'' Springtrap commented in an amused tone. Sam rolled her eyes.

''It would've been if they put advertisements in-between lyrics,'' she said, grinning. She was really enjoying herself, feeling that this was exactly how things should be. However, the joy she felt was replaced by a chilling feeling spreading through her chest. She saw Springtrap staring at the stage, as if reminiscing about something. ''You know, I wonder whether Fazbear Entertainment would be willing to make a song about the past of the Fazbear band. Now, that would be something interesting.''

''I don't think that they would want to deal with that issue,'' Springtrap said. ''I mean, they were trying to cover up the Five Nights at Freddy's games.''

''While I do understand why they wouldn't want to remind anyone of the horror show that happened over more than 30 years ago, I'm certainly not the only person who showed interest in Freddy's dark past,'' Sam said. ''I guess we'll have to wait to see what will happen.''

''Exactly,'' Springtrap said. ''So, what do you want to do now?''

''I had planned to have a go at the arcades and at least get some kind of prize from Puppet, just to see how she would act,'' Sam replied, glancing down at her half-eaten pizza. ''Maybe I should ask for a pizza box to take this home. I'm sure Mum would want to try it.'' She then glanced at Springtrap. ''What about you? Do you want to join me at the arcades?''

''Actually, I just wanted to take a look around,'' Springtrap replied. Sam shrugged, standing up and walking over to the counter to ask for the pizza box.

Springtrap meanwhile wandered away. While he was somewhat interested in how Fazbear Entertainment was managing the restaurant, he was more curious about the animatronics. He knew that they weren't haunted, as every haunted animatronic, aside from him, was destroyed in some way; not to mention the fact that he was able to see the spirits of the deceased due to being dead himself. However, he felt that he needed to keep an eye on them. Maybe it was paranoia, maybe it was his experience with the animatronics, but he felt that nothing was as innocent as it seemed.

I should ask Sam whether she'd want to return here after hours, just to see if something might happen.

He was restless, feeling the anxiety creeping up his body and entering his mind. He tried to shake it off, finding a secluded corner of the restaurant where he could observe the animatronics that were on the stage. They were in the middle of another performance, completely oblivious to the fact that they were mere replacements for their predecessors. They now had their own life, completely unburdened due to not having to share their body with the soul of a child.

This is supposed to be a good thing, isn't it? The children are free, except for the one that decided to torment me, and nothing of the past except for the memories has been left. Springtrap shook his head, his vision turning into static. He felt cold, with a feeling of emptiness spreading through his chest. Things are supposed to be fine, but why am I feeling like this?!

Static overwhelmed his vision, briefly flickering. He once again saw the restaurant, but it was different. It was dimmer and smaller, with people walking around with worried looks on their expressions. Then, everything went dark, only for Springtrap to hear a blood-curdling scream.

Suddenly, everything was bright again, with him realizing that he was back at Freddy's. Nobody had noticed him, but he didn't care. To the patrons and employees, he was just another animatronic created by Fazbear Entertainment. Even if he wasn't on the stage, they would just assume that he was probably following the AI's programming, even though in reality, there was no Spring Bonnie AI, only William.

Springtrap glanced at where the prize corner was, noticing Puppet handing out a Chica plushie to a little girl. Her arms were tied via strings to the metallic plates above her, allowing her to move around. She looked quite similar to the animatronic that had been possessed by Charlie; tall, black with white stripes on her arms and buttons on her chest, and a mask with red cheeks, blue streaks below her eyes and a wide smile. However, this version of Puppet was also wearing what appeared to be a black and white party hat with a bell covered in plush material on the top, so it would muffle the sound of the jingle the bell made whenever she moved.

Springtrap looked down, taking a deep breath. He knew that that scream would haunt him forever.

It was only the beginning… More had followed… His eyes started to glow in a faint purple. He tried to calm down, but noticed that he was shaking. It is different now… I said I wouldn't hurt anyone... I promised…

Springtrap glanced back at the stage, with Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy still performing. He thought about his plan, knowing that what he had in mind would draw Henry's ire, if not even Emma's. He also figured that the kid would lash out at him, but he knew that it would worth it. He wasn't breaking his promise, even if it seemed to be the case. The only thing he feared was that his plan might fail, but he was willing to take the risk. He hoped that everything would end up well, promising himself that he could make things work.

How can I resist, a promise, such as this.

However, there was still one person he needed to discuss his plans with. He knew that, without her, none of this would be possible. However, he wasn't sure how she would react to it.

Would Sam really be willing to accept my idea?

xXx

''There we go. He'll fit in with the rest.''

Sam put the Freddy Fazbear plushie, which had clothing similar to the actual animatronic, on her bed next to the plushies she and Springtrap had found at the Circus Baby's. She was really proud of winning the plushie, even though she had to go buy herself extra tokens, simply because she messed up at one game, missing out on the extra points that would've given her even more tickets.

Nevertheless, seeing Puppet giving her the plushie was a really great experience. As she had placed the tickets into the box on the counter and selecting the toy she wanted on the screen on the top of it, Pop Goes The Weasel started to play. Puppet suddenly popped out of the box, greeting her and reaching for the toy on the shelves behind her. She then turned to Sam, giving her the plushie. Needless to say, Sam simply couldn't stop similing during the whole encounter.

However, even that smile had faded when she noticed Springtrap's troubled expression. He didn't say anything during their return back home, having a rather distant look in his eyes. He would occasionally comment on something and he even looked happy when she told him how much she loved the visit to Freddy's and how this was one of the best days she had experienced. However, a moment later, he would be lost in his thoughts again. Afterwards, Sam kept quiet, deciding to confront him at home about it.

She sighed, turning to the bunny animatronic, who was staring at the floor, looking rather distraught.

''Springtrap-''

''Sam, I need to talk to you,'' Springtrap said suddenly, before Sam could get even a word in. She was stunned, but kept quiet. Despite being anxious, he also seemed to be quite determined to tell her about the issue. ''I've been thinking, and I was wondering whether you'd be interested in learning more about robotics; specifically, how to deal with animatronics?''

Sam stared at him in surprise. She didn't expect such a question. ''Are you serious about this?''

''I had this idea on my mind for a while, and now that Freddy's has opened, I figured that it would be a good moment to ask you whether you'd want me to teach you everything I know about the animatronics,'' Springtrap added. ''I mean, wouldn't it be better if you didn't have to depend on my help when dealing with another animatronic and actually be able to deactivate or even fix one on your own? After all, if our experience with Connor has taught us anything, it's that we could easily get separated and you'd have to handle the situation on your own. Not that you're not capable of doing that, considering how you dealt with the Drawkills.''

''Well, you do have a point,'' Sam said after a short pause, noticing Springtrap's eyes briefly flashing purple. ''I guess that learning how to deal with an animatronic would be a quite useful skill…''

''So, you do want me to teach you?'' Springtrap asked, looking both nervous and excited about the possibility of Sam accepting his offer. Sam tilted her head, crossing her arms on her back, staring at Springtrap curiously, with the animatronic wondering what was going through her head. Maybe I took the wrong approach... Still, there's nothing that can be done now. It's up to her to decide what she wants to do now.

''You know, it is an interesting offer, and I might accept…'' Sam said, watching the glow in Springtrap's eyes grow stronger. ''However, I want to know the actual reason why you decided to suddenly tell me all of this.''

''But, I had already told you…'' Springtrap muttered, only to keep quiet when he saw Sam frowning, obviously suspicious of him.

''While I know that I can trust you, William, you're still the kind of person who always has some kind of hidden motivation for doing something,'' Sam replied. Springtrap stared at her, stunned for a moment. He then sighed.

''You're just like Emma,'' he muttered, sitting down on Sam's bed. ''I was being honest with you when I told you that it would be useful for you to learn more about robotics, especially considering that you have shown interest in it.''

''While that's true, there's still more to it, right?'' Sam said, remembering their visit to the Machinations Factory and how she observed Springtrap dismantling the Drawkills, even helping him out with it.

''I admit that there is indeed more to it, although…'' Springtrap muttered, with Sam sitting next to him. ''I don't know…'' He shook his head. ''I hate how this sounds, but I just feel that I'm here on borrowed time. I do want to stay here, but I don't think that that is possible.''

''I see…'' Sam muttered, feeling concerned about Springtrap.

''I had figured that, in case that something happens to me, at least you would know what to do,'' he said. ''I mean, you're the only person so far who knows virtually everything about me, about my past, about Freddy's… I figured that, perhaps, it wouldn't be a bad thing for you to also know how to deal with the animatronics.''

''So, you want me to become your successor,'' Sam said, with Springtrap staring at her with a stunned look on his expression.

''I didn't mean it like that,'' he replied, only to fall silent. ''I know that this sounds incredibly wrong… I don't want you to think that I-''

''That you're going to continue with me where you had failed with Elizabeth,'' Sam had finished his thought, noticing the look of guilt on Springtrap's expression. His ears had lowered as he was staring down at his hands, shaking.

''I messed up, didn't I?'' he muttered, unable to look Sam in the eyes. ''I'm sorry…''

''William…'' Springtrap closed his eyes. Sam had sounded quite irritated, with him feeling his anxiety skyrocketing. He then heard her standing up and stepping in front of him. ''William, look at me.''

Springtrap rose his head, glancing at Sam. Even though he feared dealing with Emma whenever she got furious, he was more afraid of Sam's reaction. He felt that it was because he cared too much about her and he didn't want to make her upset or hurt her. As he looked at her, he noticed that, while she was angry, she didn't look as upset as he thought that she would be. Instead, she had a look of determination on her expression.

''Sam…''

''William, I am not Elizabeth,'' Sam told him in an icy tone. ''I understand that you see me as if I were your daughter, but don't treat me as if I were her.''

''Sam, you know that I wouldn't do that,'' Springtrap replied, feeling desperate. ''I know that you aren't Elizabeth and I wasn't going to treat you-'' He cut himself off, suddenly seeing static appearing in front of his eyes. He attempted to shake it off, only to hear a buzzing noise filling his ears, with a faint voice talking to him, sounding like an echo.

Daddy…

''No!''

''William!''

Suddenly, the static had vanished, along with that haunting voice. It took a moment for Springtrap to realize that Sam had hugged him tightly. He looked down at her, realizing that she was worried about him.

''What happened?'' he asked.

''You just lost it,'' she said. ''You started screaming and you looked completely horrified. Was that another hallucination or a memory?''

''I-I don't know,'' Springtrap replied, feeling both freaked out and exhausted. He thought that those hallucinations would stop, but it seemed that this wouldn't be the case. He felt that this was just another punishment on the top of the mess he was already dealing with. He glanced at Sam, who looked a little relieved that he was back to normal. ''This is just wrong... I'm sorry…''

''Will, calm down,'' Sam said, with Springtrap staring at her blankly. ''Nothing bad has happened; you just had briefly lost yourself, but now you're back.''

''You know what, just forget about this,'' Springtrap replied, frowning. ''This was a bad idea from the start…''

''If you ask me, it wasn't,'' Sam said, with Springtrap looking stunned. ''You made a good point that I should probably learn how to deal with the animatronics on my own.''

''Then, why…''

''As I said, I wanted to make clear that you to not make the mistake and suddenly start treating me as if I were Elizabeth,'' Sam told him. ''Considering how you still have those hallucinations and they cause you to lash out at people, I fear that something awful might happen if you confuse me for her.''

Springtrap stared at her in horror, remembering how he already had confused her once for Henry during one of those hallucinations he had, almost killing her.

''I would never hurt you…'' he said in a quiet tone, feeling as if he was just lying to her and to himself. If I don't figure out how to deal with those hallucinations, I will hurt her. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew that, the more he worried, the worse it would get. He glanced at Sam, who looked relieved that he seemed to feel better now. ''So, you really want to go through with this?''

''Yeah,'' Sam said confidently. ''I'm really curious about what you're going to teach me.''

Despite knowing the implications of this and despite a part of his mind still screaming that this might be just another one of his ideas that would end up in a disaster, Springtrap smiled.

''Okay, then,'' he said, pausing for a moment. ''Henry and Emma are going to kill me for this.''

''I don't think that this is possible,'' Sam replied. ''The most they would do is to try to figure out how to send your soul back to Hell.''

''Trust me, if I am going back to Hell, then it will be under my conditions,'' Springtrap replied, his eyes flaring up purple.

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twdmusicboxmystery · 2 years ago

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Parallels Between Rosita’s Death and Bethyl via @wdway

@wdway:

Here I go again, another long ramble. This one came about from reading comments of so many people who were angry at how peacefully Rosita died.

Apparently a lot of people felt it was unrealistic on a show about dead people walking around for someone to die in peace. One person did have a very interesting thought. Could Eugene had given Rosita something just like he gave Sasha in s7 to easy her into her final journey?

I found that idea to be very intriguing so I went back today to rewatch Rosita's death. IMHO Rosita had the most peaceful and beautiful death of the entire TWD series. I decided to not go straight to Rosita's death but to her last supper. And found myself as I often do falling into a rabbit hole.

Rosita's last supper reminded me of Beth and Daryl's. Gabriel the Sirius symbol in the same position as Beth the Christ figure. Rosita and Daryl the two apocalyptic warriors sitting to their left.

We know that Rosita told Gabriel what is happening, that she is dying and we see that a very watchful and perceptive Judith understanding what must be happening.

Soon after we see Carol and Maggie helping Rosita to bed. It seemed that Rosita had suddenly become weaker and a bit unsteady on her feet. It occurred to me that if knowing in fact that we were going to very quickly face a very painful death that would turn us into a monster how would we choose to die? I think for most people it would be to simply fall asleep.

I'm theorizing that Rosita was given an overdose of sleeping pills. Unless at some point the writers tell us outright we will never know for sure but the writers did give us a clue in e23 when Princess over the radio gave a code name of Aurora. Aurora or polar lights is a display of brilliant green lights in the northern night sky. Aurora is also the name of a fairy tale princess better known as Sleeping Beauty.

After Carol and Maggie puts Rosita to bed they leave passing Daryl in the doorway. Again I am reminded of Daryl watching another beautiful young woman from a doorway.

Daryl watches ask Gabriel enters and kneels next to Rosita bed taking her hand in his and begins to pray. I can only imagine that Daryl is witnessing the funeral he wished he could have given Beth. A person who wished to give the dead the respect and honor of a funeral.

Gabriel rises and moves to the other side of the bed while Rosita stretches out her left hand to touch her beloved child, Coco.

The name Gabriel has a very special meaning in the Bible. Gabriel was an Archangel of God and messenger of his good news.

He gives us a prophecy here. We'll see you again someday.

Sirius Messenger Gabriel scoops up the sleeping cocoa and carries her out of the room as Eugene enters. All the while Daryl is watching from the doorway.

Something I realized as I watched Gabriel carrying little Coco dressed in pink and green was that Rosita is not the Sleeping Beauty, she is not Aurora. Cocoa is. Rosita will never awaken from her sleep but Coco will.

We had just heard the Messenger Galadriel give the good news, we'll see you again someday. Aurora awoke from her deep sleep to find her true love. There is another Aurora. Another Sleeping Beauty and her name is Beth Greene.

Sleep in eternal peace Rosita.

@galadrieljones:

I’m crying at the club. That was beautiful. So sad, but beautiful

Your observations here intrigued me, too. Look at the composition of each shot. Beth is visually paralleled with the pink roses.

I remember those roses. They stood out so prominently ahead of Norman.

I also love your assessment of the angel Gabriel carrying Coco, and how this communicates a connection to Beth.

Also I haven’t talked at all about Rosita’s death. I think it affected me more than any of the other deaths, other than perhaps Lori’s. As a mother, it physically hurt me to watch Gabriel carry Coco away from Rosita. I couldn’t imagine having the strength to let go the way she did in the end. It was very hard to watch, and I’m still sad to think of it.

Lori’s death is the only other death that made me feel physically sick. The others have made me sad, especially Beth’s, which sort of angers me actually. But just Lori’s and Rosita’s have made me feel sick, just because of how much I empathize with them in those final moments, and it makes me think about how terrifying it would be to have to say goodbye to your child forever. Very good show.

It’s very crazy to me how far Rosita came. She started off as such a minor character that barely affected the narrative at all. It wasn’t until season 7 that she really started to come together, and then slowly she became such a pillar in the family. RIP Rosita.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Love this too! So beautiful! I couldn’t figure out why specifically they showed Daryl watching. I mean, other than the obvious of Rosita dying. But I think you came up with a very good explanation here. Really love it!

@wdway:

Thank you guys. I appreciate your kind words. When I went back to watch this afternoon I honestly was just thinking in terms of did they give Rosita something to help her die? It just snow balled from there.

The true reason that I went all the way back to the dinner scene was that I wanted to listen to the Stevie Nicks song. Then when I was watching Rosita and Gabriel I just thought this looks like Alone. When they took Rosita to the beautiful Fairy Tail like bedroom I just thought what a beautiful scene her laying on the bed like a princess. It was Daryl dressed in black that was actually breaking my heart standing in that white doorway.

I kept thinking that he had to be comparing this to Beth. I started to try to pull Snow White into it but I was starting to get tired even though I tried to go to bed and now I'm back up because I couldn't go to sleep ironically after writing about sleeping for the last few hours.

I believe it was sleeping pills but Rosita was given because that's what she did, she finally just fell asleep. Can't we still consider that a poison? A take on a poisoned Apple something beautiful but deadly. Dyeing in your sleep isn't that everyone's wish. I thought how in the last year we had the story of the beloved Betty White who died in her sleep. What a beautiful peaceful way to go. Betty White/Snow White.

@galadrieljones, the flowers that are in the vase on the table in front of Daryl are not roses they're tulips. We do see pink roses in the shots with Eugene.

@galadrieljones:

Ah you’re right. They’re tulips! Still the resemblance with the pink stood out to me a lot.

@wdway:

I was thinking how tulips are such a spring flower. There were so many spring flowers in this episode. Spring a resurrection symbol of renewal and rebirth. I was thinking how it's a cliché but the famous phrase about Springtime in Paris. It's winter time though and they're supposed to be filming. I wonder if we'll see cherry blossoms anyway? We did see that one tree as Darrell was carrying Judith through the streets to the clinic there was a white potted pink blossomed tree I wonder if that was supposed to be cherry blossoms?

Isn't it strange how sometimes you put things together and you kind of understand why you're doing it but then later on it truly hits you why you group certain things together. Well this is one of those moments for me.

I think I subconsciously realized that what Beth was doing was reaching out for Daryl. In Daryl's shot he is laying on a white floor(white=Beth) with the black (black =Daryl) diamond representing Beth, he's reaching out for her.

In Rest In Peace Rosita is showing us that an extended arm symbolize reaching out for the most beloved thing in their life.

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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acrossthekwverse · 1 year ago

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"A day without Ferb Fletcher, delete a brother."

Written by K.w

The episode begins on a normal summer's day with Phineas & Ferb and their pet platypus sitting under their tree in their backyard. Suddenly, a time glitch happens, and Ferb disappears.

Phineas: "Ferb! Ferb!"

We see Phineas run into the house, similar to how Candace got upset in the episode "Last Day of Summer," hugging her mum.

Phineas: "Mum, have you seen Ferb?"

Mum: "Phineas, I’m sure it’s going to be okay, honey, but who’s Ferb?"

Phineas blinks and gets confused.

We zoom into Perry the Platypus in the backyard who’s sleeping on the grass near the tree. The beep of Perry’s watch goes off. Perry falls down the grass.

Major Monogram: "Good morning, Agent P! We’ve got a serious mission for you! Listen up, Agent."

Perry the Platypus keeps falling asleep.

Major Monogram: "Agent P, this is no sleeping matter."

Agent P wakes up.

Major Monogram: "It’s Doofenshmirtz again. This morning, Doofenshmirtz fired a strange inator from his building. We need you to get over there and find out what it is. There are random people disappearing in the tri-state area. Get over there, Agent P."

We hear Perry’s theme song.

Perry reaches Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. We get the classic jingle that says Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc.

Perry has landed on his jet pack outside of Doofenshmirtz's window and hears Doofenshmirtz's inator firing.

Doofenshmirtz has a trap set for Perry the Platypus. We hear Doofenshmirtz say, "Hello, I know you’re there, Perry the Platypus." A large rope is tied to Perry’s foot, dragging him hanging upside down in front of Doofenshmirtz.

Doofenshmirtz: "You know, that was kinda rude, Perry the Platypus. You could have just walked in."

Perry points at the traps Doofenshmirtz set.

Doofenshmirtz: "Oh, right."

Doofenshmirtz: "Well, Perry the Platypus, you’re probably wondering why you hear me firing my inator randomly across Danville, right?"

Doofenshmirtz: "Well, I’ll tell you. So, it never occurred to me before, why not shoot every sibling in the tri-state area, including my brother Roger, and take over the tri-state area."

Doofenshmirtz: "Don’t look at me that way, Perry the Platypus. To be honest, shooting other siblings' brothers is just an extra bit of extra evil. Haha. Anyway, behold, Perry the Platypus, my Make Siblings Disappear Inator. With one shot of this, I’ll make my brother Roger disappear like he never existed and rule the entire tri-state area! Hahaha."

We pan back to Phineas and Ferb’s backyard. We see how this affects Phineas that Ferb’s gone.

Phineas: "Ferb, where are you?" Sits by the tree, the boys make plans for their inventions.

Isabella walks in.

Phineas: "Hey, Phineas, what are you doing?"

She smiles at Phineas.

Phineas: "Hey, Isabella, I’m about to figure out how I’m going to find Ferb! He randomly disappeared, and I don’t know where he is. Maybe he used one of our inventions to teleport by mistake or something. That’s got to be the case."

Isabella: "Phineas, I’m sure it’s going to be okay. But who’s Ferb?"

Phineas: "Ferb’s my step-brother; we build everything together. Isabella, you know Ferb, so does Buford and Baljeet. Stop joking with me."

Buford, Baljeet: "Who?"

Phineas gets upset and runs out of the backyard. We have Phineas saying to himself.

Phineas: "How do I remember Ferb, and nobody else does?" We get this sad song sung by Phineas.

Today I’m walking down Danville, it doesn’t feel right,

There’s no Ferb by my side, in the day or night.

Everyone thinks Ferb doesn’t exist, it's a curious plight,

Every time I ask, heads nod, and I'm filled with fright.

Oh, where is my step-brother Ferb?

Someone pinch me, I think I’ve hopped into another dimension.

Ferb, oh Ferb, where did you go?

Invisible like a ghost, you've left me in woe.

Phineas is confused, his heart filled with dread,

Hoping you'll come back, wipe away tears he's shed.

Every corner of the town, I'm searching all around,

For my buddy Ferb, but he cannot be found.

Phineas is lost, his heart's filled with fears,

Hoping Ferb will reappear, wiping away his tears.

Oh, where is my step-brother Ferb?

Someone pinch me, I think I’ve hopped into another dimension.

Ferb, oh Ferb, where did you go?

Invisible like a ghost, you've left me in woe.

Phineas is confused, his heart filled with dread,

Hoping you'll come back, wipe away tears he's shed.

Did you venture to a world beyond our sight?

Or fade into the shadows, like the sun at night?

I'll keep on searching, through the day and night,

Hoping one day, you'll be back in my sight.

Ferb, oh Ferb, where did you go?

Invisible like a ghost, you've left me in woe.

Phineas is confused, his heart filled with dread,

Hoping you'll come back, wipe away tears he's shed.

Ferb, oh Ferb, wherever you may be,

Know that you are missed, come back to me.

Together we'll face this mystery, no more fears,

Phineas and Ferb, through laughter and tears.

We pan back to Doof where Doof is on the top of his building with Perry the Platypus still trapped.

Doof: "Well, the moment has come, Perry the Platypus, to delete my brother outta existence. Did I mention the inator only hits one sibling, and it’s always the younger sibling, or the step-brother or something to the other sibling? Ehh, I guess it doesn’t matter anyway, Perry the Platypus. Now to hit my younger brother Roger with my inator." And fire.

Perry comes outta nowhere, jumping on Doofenshmirtz.

Before Perry destroys the inator, we see him press the reverse button. Before Perry gets his hover jet and jumps onto it, driving it back to Phineas and Ferb’s backyard.

We hear Doof say, "Curse you, Perry the Platypus!" from his building!

Perry sees Phineas upset.

The inator reverses everything.

Phineas is crying over a pic of Ferb, remembering his memories with Ferb.

Ferb randomly appears.

Ferb: "Okay, what did I miss?"

Phineas: "Ferb!" (Phineas hugs Ferb.)

Ferb: "Was I just a ghost?"

Phineas: "Uh, yes, yes, you were."

Phineas: "Anyway, Ferb, I’m glad to have you back."

Phineas: "Oh, there you are, Perry. Look, Ferb’s back!"

Perry: "Grrr."

Phineas & Ferb’s Mum: "Who wants pie?"

Phineas: "Me, please."

We see Ferb walk into the house with Perry, and Phineas looks at the audience.

Phineas: "I have no idea what happened." (Blinks at the camera. Episode comes to an end.)

#phineas and ferb #dwampyverse #animation #disney fanfiction #fandom

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bethdutten · 2 years ago

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Just For the Night

summary: Bucky needed someone to get him through a particularly hard night. Now, he isn’t sure he can handle being alone again.

warnings: angst!! fluff, a bit of violence, hurt and broken Bucky :(

words: 4.8k

a/n: I don't know what this is or why I wrote it idk I was going to add smut but maybe part 2 ;;;) listen I just want to hold bucky and make him better

The first time Bucky had a nightmare after you’d moved to his floor, it wasn’t you who went to him, but the other way around.

You’d heard the yell, the quiet sobbing. You were awake but frozen, not sure if Bucky would want you to comfort him when he was like this. You’d seen him snap at Steve before, when he’d tell Bucky that it was normal not to remember something or that no one expected him to be okay all the time.

I don’t want your fucking pity, Steve. From you, or any of you. Why does everyone keep looking at me? Enjoying the show?

It wasn’t his fault, and if it was you, you’d probably feel the same. With all that fear and anger and sudden freedom, came a lot of shame and guilt. You wouldn’t blame him for wanting to push through his nightmares alone, too.

But not long after the cries woke you up, you heard a knock on your door, slowly opening. He heard your heart rate, knew you were awake.

“Can I sleep here?” he asked quietly, voice rough from sleep and so broken that you felt your own heart break. You opened your mouth to speak, but not before he finished with a devastating whisper of “Please? I really can’t be alone right now.”

His voice broke at the end, and you were immediate scooting over in bed, throwing over the corner of the duvet. The fact that he felt he had to beg you to be there for him, like you would ever deny him anything, made your own eyes water with unshed tears. Thank god for the darkness.

“Yeah, of course, Buck. C’mere.”

He was beside you in an instant, shrinking into himself to take up as little space as possible. It occurred to you that he might think you were afraid of him-- that maybe that’s why he felt he needed to ask to stay with you, because he thought you were uncomfortable around him. That won’t do.

You sidled up beside him, closer than you’d ever been, and carefully pulled him into your arms. As big as the guy was, he went easy, soft and pliant against you as he burrowed under the blankets and tucked his face against your neck, taking a shuttering breath in.

“This okay?” you asked quietly, but from the way his tense form was slowly beginning to relax in your arms, you knew it was. He nodded against your neck, but made no motion to do anything but cuddle himself further into you. You threaded your hand into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp as you squeezed him somehow closer against you.

Bucky had his legs tangled with yours, and you were about to ask if he wanted to talk about it when you felt the first drop of wetness against your skin, and then suddenly Bucky was crying again, shaking slightly in your hold. The tears were soaking into your shoulder, but you could care less; you were too focused on keeping the man in your arms held together, if only just for the night. He sobbed quietly in your arms for awhile, before eventually his breathing became just choked off little hitches, then finally it evened out.

He was asleep.

You just held him tighter, tugging the duvet further up until it encased the both of you in a nest of warmth, and rested your cheek on the cold metal of his arm, falling into your own restless sleep.

---

The sunlight hit your eyes, the warmth on your face and bright light behind your eyelids making you sigh. It was incredibly hot-- hotter than you were used to. You shifted slightly, thinking the sun was what was making you so warm, but you were stopped by a chest pressed to you back making it impossible to move.

Bucky.

You remember last night, his nightmare waking you up, him coming to your room because he couldn’t be alone and he trusted you enough to do that for him; holding him tight while he cried in your arms until he fell asleep.

You expected him to be gone by now, for some reason-- he was always so embarrassed whenever he showed any amount of panic or weakness, lashing out at people or disappearing for days at a time. You imagined after how vulnerable he was last night that he wouldn’t want to be around you for awhile.

But he was still here, heating the bed you still shared like a fucking furnace, but he had his metal arm draped over your waist, his hand splayed over your hip under your shirt, keeping you cool.

You turned to face him, just to make sure this wasn’t a dream--just to confirm this really was the Bucky that snapped Sam’s wings in half when he insinuated Bucky needed therapy and still flinched when anyone touches him-- and there he was, looking as devastatingly beautiful and sad all at once.

He was still completely tangled up in you, eyes rimmed red and tired, but he was watching your face with such scrutiny that you felt more seen than you ever have. You didn’t know what he was looking for.

“Have you been up long?” You didn’t want to ask how are you feeling? Or are you doing okay? because those seemed like stupid questions right now. The man woke up screaming last night, of course he wasn’t okay.

Bucky didn’t answer, instead carefully reaching up with his left hand and cupping your face, his thumb tracing you're cheekbone. His palm moved down, thumb coming to rest on your bottom lip, and your eyes fluttered shut before you could stop them. You let out a shaky breath, not sure what he was doing, but not for a second did you think he was going to hurt you.

“Bucky--”

“Can I kiss you?”

He whispered it, like it was a secret between lovers in a crowded room, and you suddenly wanted, needed his lips on yours, more than you needed to breathe.

“Yeah, Buck,” you said out loud, and were grateful for Bucky immediately moving in and pressing his lips against yours, effectively silencing you from saying a number of things you would most likely regret. His lips were soft, warm like the rest of him, and there was so much hesitation behind them that it almost made you angry. You moved your hand up and laced your fingers in the hair at his nape, tugging gently. He let out a soft groan, lips barely parting from yours.

“Kiss me, Bucky.”

That was it. He dove back in with purpose, the metal hand moving down to rest of your neck as he tilted your head just so, deepening the kiss while his tongue teased at the seam of your lips. You sighed, mouth opening for him, finally taking in the taste of Bucky. It was one you instantly knew you’d never stop wanting.

You lay there lazily kissing for what could have been hours, days-- you both didn't feel the need to stop, or go any further. He felt so relaxed against you, languidly licking into your mouth while his hand ran up and down your back. You bit down on his bottom lip, smirking at the low growl it earned you.

When you finally pulled away, it wasn’t by much, keeping your fingers tangled in his hair as your eyes met his. You worried your lip, not sure if you wanted to ruin the perfect morning or not. “Why...?”

He knew exactly what you were asking, eyes getting that dejected shade of sadness in them whenever Steve asks him if he remembers something and he doesn’t, or after a particularly hard day when he just sits at the table with the rest of the team but doesn’t eat or speak at all.

He hummed, leaning in again to press a tender kiss to your neck. “When I woke up, and no one was there and I couldn’t breathe, all I could think was ‘Get to her. She’ll make it stop.’ I don’t even know why, except you’ve always made it stop. Even just by being in the room.” He pulled away enough to meet your eyes again, giving you a soft smile. “I didn’t know if you’d let me in. I didn’t expect anything. But the second you touched me, it just--it just broke me. And I needed that, I just need to be broken and not pitied or judged for it, just for a night.”

Bucky leaned in for a kiss, murmuring against your lips, “Now I don’t know if I want to be without this.”

You felt tears welling in your eyes, a sudden rush of emotions making your hand shake as it moved to hold Bucky’s face. How you got to be the lucky one that he trusted this with, you didn’t know. You didn’t know how it got here; but there wasn’t any going back now. You didn’t want him to be without this either, because all you wanted was Bucky to be okay, however that looked.

“You don’t have to be, Buck.”

You kissed and cuddled for awhile more, until you got too hungry and Bucky got too restless to stay. After, you talked and decided not to tell the team yet; Bucky said Steve would get all protective over you and probably argue that Bucky wasn’t ready for intimacy yet (which you thought was bullshit, and Steve’s opinion on your personal life didn’t matter) and you could tell Bucky was still afraid you would change your mind or something, realize you were afraid of him and he was too damaged. You knew that might take a long time to prove wrong, but if all it was going to take was time and proof you weren’t going anywhere, then you were fine with that.

---

It made day to day life really, really hard, though. Trying not to look at Bucky too much, but also not seem like you were avoiding looking at him; reacting appropriately on missions when Bucky would put himself in danger, wanting to appear as concerned as you would any teammate and not like you were about to lose your mind with worry; breaking off at the end of the night to go to bed at staggered times, in your respective apartments, only for Bucky to sneak into your bed once everyone else was out.

And apparently, it was all for nothing because it was blatantly obvious.

“Are you and Bucky fucking?”

You choked on your wine, turning to her with wide eyes. “Natasha, what the fuck?”

She stared back at you unblinkingly. “That wasn’t an answer.”

You wiped the wine off your chin with your arm, furrowing your brows. Fuck. “Why would you even ask that?”

Natasha narrowed her eyes, but took the bait anyway. “Every time you walk into a room it’s like his reference of gravity changes, and he’s completely drawn to you without even realizing it. On missions, he always has an eye on you, I saw him take out two guys without even looking because he was too focused on making sure you were safe. He’s always so broody and sad and, yeah, he has reasons to be, but he kinda seems to forget about them whenever you’re around.”

She pauses, before continuing. “But he’s always been like that with you. Since about a week ago, you’re doing the same thing with him.”

You gaped, quickly closing your mouth as you felt a blush warm your cheeks. “We’re not... we’re not fucking, Nat. I promise.” It was technically the truth.

Taking a sip of her red wine and sighing, Natasha leaned back on the couch and rested her chin on her fist, searching your face carefully. “... Okay. I believe you. But something happened.”

You considered how to handle this-- you and Bucky decided to keep this private for now, but keeping anything from Natasha Romanoff was a futile mission from the start. She was too perceptive. And you wanted someone to talk to, because although it had only been a week, you knew this was going to ruin you.

Bucky would understand. He’s probably already told Steve, and you were okay with Steve knowing, even if he was your Captain.

You bit your lip, then finally nodded, drawing your knees up to your chest and settling against the arm of the couch. “He had a nightmare, about a week ago... you know I moved onto his floor of the Tower. He came to me. The morning after, we-- we kissed--” You ignored Natasha’s squeal, biting back a smile. “We talked and decided we were going to try but we weren’t ready for others to know yet. So, don’t tell anyone else, please.”

Natasha grinned but shrugged. “I promise I won’t, but you two aren’t very subtle. Like I said, I’ve seen it from the first time he was in a room with you.”

You blushed, picking at your nails. “He said when he’s around me, all the bad stuff just stops. That he came to me because he couldn’t breathe, but he knew I’d make it stop.”

“Damn.”

You closed your eyes, suddenly overcome with overwhelming feelings for the man you didn’t even know three months ago. You felt your hands shaking, whispering out, “Nat, I think I’m in love with him.”

You heard her shift closer, then felt arms wrapping around your shoulders as the spy pulled you against her side, murmuring in Russian. “That is okay, that is wonderful. Because I know he is in love with you.”

You sniffled, eyes opening to peer into green ones. “Yeah?”

Natasja gave you her signature smirk, nodding. “I’m not the only one who sees it, but you will, too. However...” she paused, looking at you carefully. “I think taking it slow is a good idea. I know you’re not afraid of him and shouldn’t have a reason to be, but he’s still healing. And it’s better to be cautious and do it right than to rush it and trigger something that makes him think he can’t ever be with you.”

You nodded, giving Natasha another quick hug. “Thank you. God, it’s been hard not talking about it. He’s everything and I can’t even let anyone know.”

She laughed before leaning back and grabbing her glass of wine, gulping the rest down in one go. “Although, you and Bucky should be fucking. Guy hasn’t gotten any in over 70 years, I bet he’s amazing--”

“Nat!” you hissed, smacking her with a throw pillow.

---

Turns out, Steve did know.

“He guessed it, too,” Bucky sighed, softly trailing his fingers up and down your arm as you leaned against the wall, hiding away in an empty corridor of the Tower. “I was an invisible assassin that people weren’t even sure truly existed for decades and I’m that obvious when it comes to you?”

You grinned, shrugging. “Apparently. I mean, I had no idea until you were literally in my bed. I wish I had known sooner, though.”

Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, me too. Would have saved me a lot of nightmares.”

You tensed slightly at the mention of that; in the week since that first night, Bucky hadn’t had any nightmare, although he warned you that it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re all gone, as much as he’d like them to be. You helped a lot, but you couldn’t keep them all away. You wondered how many he had to suffer through alone, scared, before you moved to his floor of the Tower. Before you arrived here at all.

He noticed, and kissed your temple. “I’m so gratefully you’re here now. That I get to have this.”

You looked up at him, and almost said it. I love you. Because you did. You loved Bucky, and he deserved to know, didn’t he? If what Natasha said was true, he would just say it back.

But then you thought of her warning, and bit your tongue. You weren’t going to lose him after you just got him, because you couldn’t take it slow. You had the rest of your life to tell him you loved him, if you had any say in it.

---

Things were so good. He joked with Sam, had an actual conversation with Tony while he updated a few things around his arm, practiced his Sokovian with Wanda. The team was noticing, and you couldn’t help but smile as you watching him visibly relaxed around everyone during group dinners. He looked over and caught your eyes, giving you a warm smile back. You both averted your eyes before anyone could notice, but the smile remained on your face as you picked away at your food. Eventually mornings where you woke up spooning and Bucky’s erection rubbed at your back as he tried to hold in a groan ended differently than him sneaking off to his apartment hoping you wouldn’t notice, and nights weren’t just spent whispering sweet nothings and cuddling. And, yes, Natasha was right-- Bucky was amazing in bed, like everything else he did. Maybe, maybe you could tell everyone now. Maybe you were both ready.

And then it ended eerily similar to how it began.

You woke to a scream, the loud cry jolting you from your sleep quickly. The abrupt change from unconsciousness to awareness was jarring, and that threw you off. Or you probably would have realized in time that it wasn’t Bucky who was in your bed, but the Soldier.

His hands were suddenly around your neck, immediate pressure making you gasp in a big breath of air. You could see Bucky’s face in the moonlight, only it wasn’t his face; his eyes were empty, void of any awareness of who he was killing, simply following an order from his nightmare.

His metal hand pressed down harder, and you realized right then that you were about to die-- in a second he was going to crush your windpipe, cut off oxygen to your brain, and hopefully you would be unconscious before any pain registered. There was nothing you could do, this wasn’t Bucky anymore.

With the last second of breath you had, you took your hands away from where they were clawing at his around your neck, holding Bucky’s face and wheezing out his name before everything went black.

---

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Steve, standing with his back to you as he spoke with who you assumed was Dr. Banner. You were in the med bay, blearily looking around for the one person you needed. You took a breath, and coughed at the burn.

Steve quickly turned, at the side of your bed in a second, taking your hand in his. “Hey, hey, take it easy. You’re okay. One breath at a time.”

You swallowed, wincing at the soreness in your throat. You opened your mouth to speak, but Steve shook his head.

“No, no talking. Here, I’ll...” He reached over and rustled around in a table beside the bed, coming back with a pad of paper and a pen. “Use this.”

You took it from him, and scribbled the only thought you had.

Bucky?

Steve read it, and was silent for a moment, before meeting your eyes. “He brought you here last night. Said he thinks he strangled you to death but he needed us to make sure.”

Your eyes filled with tears, and started to fall before you could stop them. You sniffled, writing again.

Winter Soldier. Nightmare, not him.

“Yeah, we figured,” Steve said, looking down at his hands. “But he did... he did almost kill you. Bruce said if you were out for any longer there would have been permanent brain damage. I know it wasn’t him, but...”

His hands. You understood why Steve felt like he needed to protect you-- why Bucky was so apprehensive to tell him about you in the first place. Because he was afraid something like this would happen.

You flipped to a new page.

Where is he? You hoped they weren’t holding him somewhere; he would never, ever hurt you when he was in his conscious mind. He wasn’t a danger to you, the Soldier was. And this was just... a bad nightmare. Not worth ruining the best thing you ever had.

Steve grimaced. He paused, taking his time before he answered. “He doesn’t want to see you,” he replied quietly, squeezing your hand. “He’s just really... he’s really sorry he hurt you, even if it wasn’t him. He needs some time. And I would feel better if you weren’t around him, either.”

The tears were blurring your sight again, and you easily wiped away a few that rolled down your cheeks. All you wanted was Bucky, and he was the one thing you couldn’t have now.

“No one knows this happened, and Bruce and I are going to keep this sealed in your medical file,” Steve continued, “I think you should sit out a few missions, just say you have the flu or something. And maybe,” He hesitated, eyes flickered down to your neck. “Maybe wear turtlenecks for the next little while, okay?”

Your lower lip trembled, but you nodded, scribbling out a quick I’m tired before you pushed it into his hands, turning over onto your side and squeezing your eyes shut.

Maybe when you wake up, this will have all been your own nightmare.

---

Sleeping without Bucky was impossible. When you were released from medical, it was back to your own apartment. But that was of course right across from Bucky’s. You could hear him coming and going throughout the days, but you didn’t dare knock on his door.

You saw the bruise on your neck. You didn’t want him to see it, to blame himself all over again. You just wanted it to heal, so you could go over there and kiss him and tell him you loved him and you wanted to tell everyone else. You were so close to having everything you wanted. Why did it all get taken away?

When you finally left your apartment with a high-necked sweater and significantly lighter bruises, you felt yourself shaking just being in the same room with Bucky as the team had their usual monthly game night. You didn’t play-- everyone still believing you were recovering from a flu-- but you caught Bucky’s eyes on you a few times, and you had to fight back tears for two hours.

This is what Natasha warned you about. Getting too close, something happening that pushes back Bucky’s progress, and him thinking he can never be happy.

You went on your first mission coming back a few days later, and avoided Bucky’s areas like the plague. It almost cost you a bullet in the flank, but you’re used to brushes with death now, it seems.

At dinner, Bucky asked you to pass the salt, and you abruptly got up and made some excuse to leave, because you couldn’t even hear his voice without wanting to cry anymore.

For an entire week, you walked on eggshells to avoid anything that may cause whatever was hurting even more pain. You wanted to respect his wishes and not make it worst, but for how long before it was time to just say it was over? Love wasn’t supposed to hurt like this, was it?

It wasn’t until you were shoved into a wall after training by Natasha in the change room that you really understood how badly it could hurt.

“What the hell is going on with you and Bucky?”

You flushed, looking down. “Nothing. Literally nothing, Nat. We don’t... even talk anymore.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, letting her grip on you go. “No shit. What I mean is, why aren’t you talking? Because Bucky is about ready to lose his mind, he misses you so much. If you don’t want him anymore, just tell him before the poor guy jumps off the top of the Tower or something.”

You frowned. “Misses me? Steve told me he didn’t even want to see me. I figured he was still mad at himself for—“ you stopped, not ready for Natasha to know the extend of Bucky’s personal issues. You knew he still looked to her for approval, whether he admitted it or not.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “For almost choking you to death in his sleep, yes, I know. He’s been with me every night, so I know he hasn’t slept at all since.”

You swallowed down a sharp stab of jealousy, not expecting that at all. “Oh. Well, um—“

“He doesn’t want to have another nightmare where he can’t breathe if he knows he won’t have you around, and he doesn’t trust himself to be alone and not hurt himself,” Natasha cut you off quietly, eyes softening. “He sits in the corner and stares out the window for hours. Haven’t seen him sleep yet.”

That made a piercing pain cut through your chest, and you had to physically clutch at your neck, right where the almost completely faded handprints were. “I didn’t… I didn’t know. I thought he didn’t want me around anymore.”

Natasha scoffed, but it was done affectionately. “You both drive me insane. Look, he’s mad at himself, and yes, he hates what that part of him did to you, but you know what’s really killing him? He thinks you’re afraid of him now. He thinks you don’t want him anymore, that he scared you away.”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until the salty tears hit your lips, and you took in a shaky breath. “None of that is true. I didn’t mean— I just wanted to give him space.”

The redhead sighs, grabbing her bag and walking backwards towards the showers. “Well, tell him that. He really needs to hear it right now.”

—-

That night, Bucky was back in his apartment and you woke to a piercing scream, and this time you didn’t wait for him to come to you.

It suddenly made sense, but you felt so stupid— of course he was waiting for you to come to him, afraid you would be scared of what he was capable of after experiencing it first hand. Like that first night, he was so hesitant, but he tried. He needed you, so he tried. And tonight, you’d do the same.

You could hear the quiet sobbing through his door, knocking gently and not bothering to wait for a response before you were walking in and sinking to your knees beside the bed.

“Bucky, Bucky, I’m here,” you murmured, eyes adjusting to the darkness he always kept his room in, carefully peeling back the duvet to make sure he was okay.

He let out a shuddering sob, your name falling from his lips like a prayer before he was pulling you into his arms, adjusting you so your legs were tangled and his face was tucked into your neck, just like the first night.

You held his shaking frame, letting him cry into your skin as you slowly played with his hair. You didn’t notice when his crying turned into quiet sniffling and he was instead kissing your neck, soft and sweet all along the outline of his hands that bruised your skin. You sighed, holding him even tighter.

You didn’t say anything for the rest of the night, only sharing a few gentle kisses before you both fell into a deep sleep. The following morning you found out Natasha had kicked him out of her place for the night, probably her sick way of forcing you to engage with Bucky again. But it did work.

You sat beside Bucky in his kitchen, sipping coffee and scrolling through your phone while he flipped through the paper, a hand on your thigh while his thumb slowly rubbed back and forth.

Tilting your head back and feeling the warm morning sun on your face, you opened your eyes to find Bucky staring at you, a look of awe and fondness there that made your heart clench. You smiled, about to ask him what he was looking at, when he said,

“I’m in love you.”

It felt so right, like it was always supposed to get here, always supposed to be like this. And now it was. Maybe love was supposed to hurt, so you always knew how important it was to protect.

You brought a hand up to his face, scratching through the beard he was letting grow in lightly. “I’m-- I’m in love with you too, Buck. I think I have been for awhile now.”

Bucky’s eyes slowly closed, and he let out a sigh as he felt your lips brush his, giving him a kiss. “I might have been in love with you the second I saw you.”

“Okay, it’s not a competition,” you huffed, shoving at his shoulder and grinning at the sound of his laugh.

He met your eyes again, and for the first time since you’ve known him, there wasn’t that deep layer of sadness. There was a brightness that wasn’t there before, and most importantly, there wasn’t any hesitancy as Bucky leaned in and promised one more time, “Never want to be without this again, baby.”

You smiled, taking his left hand and intertwining your fingers, pressing a kiss to the back of the metal. “You won’t have to be. No matter what.”

Bucky paused, licking his lips. “Can I... can I tell you what my nightmare was about last night? Maybe-- I don’t know, maybe if I talk about it, it’ll help.”

This was the first time he’s ever wanted to talk about the terrors that plague him at night, and again you were hit by so much love at how trusting he was with you. You nodded, keeping your fingers laced with his. “Yeah, Bucky, of course. I’ll listen whenever you need.”

---

The next time you and Bucky met up with the rest of the team for a mission, you were holding hands; no one said anything, but Natasha gave Steve a smirk and Tony whistled, clearing his throat and looking away when Bucky sent a glare his way. You squeezed his hand, a burst of warmth filling your chest as he looked at you with the most gorgeous smile you’d ever seen. He leaned in and kissed you, his tactical suit rough against your hands and a gun digging into your hip, yet it was perfect in too many ways for you to name.

And now you got to call him yours, and no nightmare was going to take that away.

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hurtful things

+synopsis: genshin boys and the hurtful things they said.

+genre: angst; headcanons.

+characters: kaeya; diluc; childe; zhongli.

+warnings: swearing; crying; implied panic attack.

+order: hey bubs! i saw you doing requests and i HAD to ask for genshin angst :) spare me some tears pls <//3 preferably w kaeya or diluc or childe :) [submitted by @crackheadsara]

+author’s note: okay so i included zhongli bc he’s the love of my life, also i needed comfort from him after writing such hurtful things :D

+navigation: main menu, genshin menu.

— KAEYA.

“i’m better off without you.”

you know from the way your door was knocked in the middle of the night on a weekday after months, that it’s kaeya. you rub your eyes sleepily, trudging towards the door as anger and doubt fuse into a nasty green in your mind.

you unlock the door, pulling it open to see the man with the eyepatch tapping his foot on the deck of your home impatiently. he smirks when his eye lands on you, attempting to walk in but stopping himself when he realizes you're standing at the door, unmoving.

"kaeya, it's three in the morning. and it's monday. i have to report to jean in three hours," you mumble tiredly as you look up at him. the lamp grass by your windowsill outside and the moonlit night accentuated his cerulean eyes and contrasting coffee-colored skin. he frowns, peering down at you as he asks, "may i come in?"

you shrug, opening the door wide as you let the man in. he places his sword on the table and proceeds to walk into the bedroom when you ask, "where have you been for the past two weeks?"

"work," his reply is the same. you let out a sigh in impatience as you retort, "that's the same excuse as always."

he was tired and wanted to sleep off the fatigue from his latest mission. but when he hears you say that, something in him snaps and he turns around, his jaw clenched and a fixed glare making you a little agitated. he raises an eyebrow as he says, "well, unlike you, i am an actual important member of the knights of favonius."

"kaeya, all i meant was that you're always gone. you never write a letter back even if i send you one, and you somehow manage to come back every single time, expecting that it doesn't hurt me. what am i supposed to do?" your voice is small as you look down, hair drooping towards the ground. you're not even yelling at him, you're just worried. he always leaves you alone(sometimes you tag along, but you couldn't tell why nowadays he'd leave you alone without some sort of warning).

"does it ever occur to you that you're just a hindrance?" he bites back, thinking that you're trying to put up a front. you flinch at his words, causing him to force a jeer before he starts again, "you always come along, so maybe i wanted to be away from you for a bit. that's why i leave without a warning so i don't have to tend to your yapping all day. because i'm better off without you."

you gasp as you look up to his figure, now retreating to your shared bedroom. you hear him fall onto the bed with a content sigh as you stand there, wiping at your tears incessantly as hiccups escape your lips. you bit your tongue to stop yourself from crying, pressing a hand on your mouth to muffle the sounds so you don't disturb kaeya. you get a quick peek in, eyes widening when you see him sound asleep and tucked in.

so that's how it was, you think.

the next morning, kaeya wakes up to a cold bed as his arm reaches out to an empty space. his eyes immediately pry open as he wakes up, to see that you weren't here.

ah, he ponders to himself, you must've gone to tend to your duties.

he stretches, letting out a yawn before walking out to the kitchen. he smiles when he sees a plate of food left for him on the countertop with a note from you. but somehow, something felt very wrong about this whole ordeal. this had happened before—he had come back from insanely long missions to you before, so what felt different?

and then it hits him. the things he said last night. he frantically looks around, his azure eyes completely drowned in horror as he notices small changes in your shared household. a few picture frames are missing on the living room walls, your keychain isn't on the bookshelf anymore, and worst of all, when he runs into the closet, half of your clothes are gone.

did you really feel that bad about what he said?

in panic, he runs out and keeps going till he reaches the headquarters of the knights. he barges in this time, not returning the greetings of the guards upfront as he walks into jean's office.

"where are they?" he pants, "i-i messed up, do you know where they are?"

jean's eyes widen as she says, "our associates were having a hard time handling with the fatui in liyue harbor so they volunteered to go there for sometime."

"how long has it been?"

"they left long ago, it's about to be around ten hours since," she says. kaeya's heart shatters as he hears those words. he hadn't expected you to outright leave like that, but if you had said the same things to him, he definitely would've stormed out. his voice cracks as he looks at the ground in shame, "h-how long until they'll be back?"

"i.. don't know."

he regrets everything he's said. he truly does because he doesn't even notice that tears are streaming down his cheeks until jean comes to his aid. he hates himself for all of it—he hates that he has to live in a home where traces of you are visible everywhere; worst of all, he hates how he knows he lost you for good. even if you come back, he knows you wouldn’t run and melt into his arms like you did before. you’re gone now, fading into the darkness and away from him.

maybe it was for the best.

— DILUC.

“you’re nothing but a burden.”

after taking on a few abyss mages and mitachurls, diluc lets a grunt out in pain before you see the slash on his right arm. you gasp, pulling him to the side of the lake as you pull out a bandage and cotton from your bag to clean his wounds. he's reluctant to it at first, but he sits there quietly and broods as you clean the blood with cotton and some type of healing ointment.

you tie the bandage on his arm, a tiny bit of vermillion liquid seeping through the white cloth before sitting down next to him, finally catching a breath. sighing, you look up at him and say, "that was reckless."

"no, what you did was reckless. who told you to come along with me to dadaupa gorge? you knew what you were getting into when you came along, so don't put this on me," he grumbled, frowning as you look at him with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. you are sort of hurt, but you know he's only saying this in faux indignation, so it's okay. you chuckle out, beginning, "diluc, i was-"

"i don't know why i even bother with you at this point," he exasperates, looking into the distance behind you. he curses slightly under his breath, his rouge eyes filled to the brim with anger as it finally overflows, "you're nothing but a burden."

your eyes suddenly flick to gape at him in disbelief. you stand up, your voice hitching in your throat as you ask, "diluc, you mean that?"

and it all simmers down into ashes when he mumbles "of course i do" under his breath. your vision is blurry as you walk away from the red-haired man, your body trembling as you almost give away that you're crying your eyes out. you walk back in the direction the two of you came from, leaving your broken heart in the hands of diluc, who sat by the lake not muttering a word after.

he knows he's said things he doesn't mean; he does that all the time, but you probably knew that. he figures you're leaving to catch a breath of fresh air—to be away from the tension-filled environment for a bit, you had a habit of doing that at home. he sighs as he ponders over his words for a bit. he knew it was wrong to display such harshness to you, but you probably knew he didn't mean anything by it. he always bubbled over rash things when he was frustrated.

the sun sets in front of him, painting hues of aubergine and peach as it flows down. he wonders where you are, getting up from his spot by the lake to venture towards the path you walked off.

only when he can't find you, is when he thinks that you might've actually taken offense to his words. although he cares about you sincerely, he finishes his mission first, getting a lead on the abyss order—because protecting monstadt was his first priority. you lingered in his mind every second of every day till he finally got back home. and when he didn't find you there, he asks adelinde about it, who only shakes her head and tells him, "i'm sorry, master diluc, but i haven't seen them come back. i thought they were with you."

it all pieces together in his mind now, how a small gasp had escaped your lips when he had called you a burden. the way you nodded begrudgingly, getting up and walking away from his presence as your shoulders trembled. the way he could hear you choke back a sob, but still ignored it, thinking you had overreacted in the situation.

he searches the whole city for you. he searches every nook and corner, and even walks into the headquarters of the knights of favonius(he ignores kaeya's teases instead of biting back this time). and when he finally sees you, he holds himself back. his hand is suspended awkwardly in the air as he reaches out for you, your back turned towards him.

maybe this was better—maybe it was a good thing that you had walked away from him. this way, the abyss order won't be able to harm you. this way, he won't be able to harm you. this way, you'll be safe and sound, away from the storm known as diluc ragnvindr.

— CHILDE.

“it’s not like you mean anything to me.”

it's not often you see childe. he's always in liyue, and you're here, stuck in monstadt or snezhnaya. it's cold today(as it always is) in snezhnaya, the snow covered almost everything outside as you looked out of your window, sipping on hot coffee as you sigh at the wilting roses on the sill. they'd wilted when you had gone to monstadt and you didn't have the heart to plant new ones.

just thinking about the blue-eyed childish man would make your heart bloom and cheeks flustered. you longed to spend more time with him, really. if only he wasn't affiliated with the fatui, he'd be able to spend more time with you. it had been months since you had seen him, and you longed to be in his arms once again, but who knows when that'll happen again? whenever he comes home, he chooses to spend a night with you and then head back. he'd laugh alongside you, tell you about his adventures, and give small reactions when you told him about yours. and the next morning, you'd wake up to an empty bed with a small note by the table, saying how he has to leave for work.

a knock at your door snaps you out of your entranced state. as you open the lock and look out, you see childe, standing there with a tired grin and disheveled hair as he walks in without a word. he hands you a small paper bag, saying, "i brought you back something from liyue this time."

the same excuse, you think. it's always the same. he brings back small mementos and souvenirs as a pretense for staying, and by the time you think you can forgive him, he's gone. he plops down onto the sofa, stretching his arm out so you could join him. the thought of confronting him crosses your mind, but you shake it off—since he had only just gotten back.

the night is the same as always. talking about each others' adventures, eating dinner by the fireplace, laughing alongside one another until you hit the bed. it's quiet now as you watch over his sleeping figure, his lapis-colored eyes now hidden. you sigh as you lay there for hours on end, twiddling with his brown hair as you wait for him to wake up(so this time you can actually say goodbye).

when his eyes flutter open, he's a little taken aback when he looks over at you to see you wide awake. his brows furrow just a smidge as he says, "you're up."

"well, i wanted to say goodbye this time," you chuckle dryly, "you always leave without waking me up."

"i don't like the way you said that," he says, getting up from his position on the bed. you look away from him, your eyes displaying hurt as you murmur, "i don't like the way you leave."

"well, it's my job. it's not like i'm an adventurer like you, wasting my time around. i'm a harbinger and i have responsibilities," he says. his voice is neither too soft and nor too prickly, and you can tell that he's a little worked up by the way he lightly nips on the skin of his bottom lip as his gaze bores into you.

"i didn't say you don't. all i said was that you could maybe sometimes stay for more than one night. it feels like you're using me, and when you're bored, you leave."

"oh?" he cocks an eyebrow as he stands up, "i'm using you, huh?"

you grimace at the tone of his voice, and when you look at him, you notice the sheer annoyance he puts up towards you. your voice is small when you ask him if he loves you—because you don't know anymore. seeing him once in a few months for the past few years has sure hurt you more than anything, and if you don't tell him now, then you might never get a chance.

"what if i say i don't?" he smirks, walking up to you, "it's not like you mean anything to me. what if i agree that i am using you to make myself happy until i'm bored, so i can then throw you away?"

he doesn't like what he's saying either. his mind is screaming at him to stop, but he's worked up. he's irritated by the way you jabbed at him first thing in the morning, even though he knows you're right. his heart almost stops when he looks at the expression on your face after he says those words, and as he reaches out his hand for you, you turn away.

your voice cracks, and he's sure his heart did as well when you mumble, "i-i'd like you to leave, please."

"wait, i didn't mean-"

"tartaglia," your eyes look into his, perhaps for the last time, as you give him a sad smile, "you don't have to come back to me anymore."

it hurts him as he leaves your home that morning. it hurts him when he comes back months later to see that your home is now empty. it hurts him because he tarnished the you that was once his.

it hurts him, but he thinks it's for the best if you stay away from him if all he does is bring you pain.

— ZHONGLI.

“i’d like you to leave me alone.”

zhongli was never one to pick fights. he was peaceful; his thoughts were positive(most of the time), and he almost always preferred to talk about his problem rather than fighting about it—he believes that fighting will only bring pain, so why not confide in one another about our problems instead?

he's quiet. he's not shy(it's quite the opposite, actually), but he's one to prefer to only talk when absolutely necessary. he's the type to listen rather than speak, saying something like, "we have two ears and one mouth. speak less than you listen."

he smiles when his mind goes back to the time when he said that to you while having a cup of tea together, and you'd replied, "my mother used to tell me that when i was a child."

because it's true; every child in liyue harbor has heard those words at least once in their lives. the quality of listening is appreciated more than the quality of speaking—and zhongli, for one, was a listener.

you, on the other hand, were a speaker. you always woke him up every morning with a smile as bright and everlasting as the sun, babbling about breakfast and tea as he got up from the bed. you were the one that carried conversations on your shoulders on morning walks, you were the one that intertwined your fingers with his as the two of you walked amongst flowers, adoring them as you talked about the contrasting colors of silk flowers and glaze lilies. he loved you for that. he loved you because you were a speaker. he loved you because you were a perfect balance, the only one who could soften his hardened heart. the only one whom he'd chosen to wake up next to in the mornings, the only one whom he'd let ruffle his hair without asking(because he secretly liked it).

so why had he reversed the roles tonight? why was he the one to bubble out his frustrations to you, speaking in a cold and stern manner instead of the loving tone that was only reserved for you? why was he the one to speak tonight, and why were you the one to listen?

it's not like he was actually frustrated—he was only thinking about something else as you asked him what he wanted for dinner. it surely wasn't your fault when he had poured over turbulent words to you. and he knows that the ones that hurt the most probably were, "i'd like you to leave me alone."

he looks up at the stars, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he walks back into his shared home with you. he looks around, and when there's no sign of you, he feels himself break apart even more.

had you actually left? he wants to run to you and tell you he hadn't meant any of those words because he hadn't. he wants to touch you, to caress you, to please you, to make you smile—and he wants to admit he was wrong. he wants to make it right, but he doesn't know where you are.

he walks into the empty bedroom, sitting on the cold mattress as his eyes sting. he doesn't understand what's happening, or why there are small drops of water falling from his eyes. he doesn't understand why everything feels heavy all of a sudden—his heart, his throat his lungs, everything. he doesn't understand why he feels like he's trapped in a box, and the water seems to be filling up more quickly than he'd prefer. he wants to reach for air, but he can't.

he couldn't breathe without you.

he hears the door close and immediately gets up in haste to walk to the living room where he sees you take off your boots. you turn around to see him, his disheveled hair and frantic eyes finally calming as he walks over to you and engulfs you in a warm embrace. his throat cleared up, and so did his heart and lungs as he mumbles against your ear, "i'm so sorry."

you smile smally, looking up at him as you cup his cheeks and wipe a stray tear, and mutter, "it's okay, zhongli. stress gets to the best of us."

god, how he loves you. he places a small peck on the top of your forehead as he feels his lips turn upward at your touch and the scent of glaze lilies lingering over you tells him that you'd been to the flower garden. he sleeps with your fingers weaved with his that night and pulls you even closer if you untangle with him in sleep.

he makes a promise to himself saying he'd never hurt you like that again, and he keeps it.

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Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan) Rating: General Words: 2017 Summary: Ethan rushes home from work when he can't get in touch with Kaycee, only to stumble upon a wonderful surprise.

A/N: This is a follow-up to "Do You Want to Know a Secret?" what happens the next day? This also incorporates a prompt request from @lucy-268 hug from behind. I hope this makes you all smile. 💕

A/N2: @choicesmonthlychallengejune2022, Day 7, Baby NOTE: This was originally an Ethan/Casey converted to Ethan/Kaycee. I did not update the text... bear with me :)

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIO.

Kaycee's face scrunched as the bright morning sun poured in the bedroom window. Squirming under the thick, down comforter, she turned to her side, seeking to escape the vile ball of fire that was denying her the last moments of precious sleep. But there was no getting away.

"Ethan," she groaned, "Can you please shut the blinds. I still have some time to sleep."

Without opening an eye, she waited patiently for his voice to confirm, or for the room to go dim, but neither occurred.

"Ethan?" She repeated. "Ethan?"

Bewildered, she sat up with a startle and gasped aloud when she saw the time on her phone. 11:00 AM. How could they have overslept? Her? Yes, it happened on occasion. But Ethan? Never! And she knew he would be displeased.

"Ethan," she exclaimed, turning to his side of their king-sized bed, only to find it empty.

"Oh, that's right!" She grumbled as she collapsed back against her pillows. Maybe it would be better to take a moment to wake up because right now, her mind was in a haze, and the pieces were starting to come together slowly.

Last night, the opera, falling asleep, Ethan insisting they leave, and her dozing off yet again. This morning, when he returned to the bedroom from his morning shower and found her sound asleep as her alarm clock rang incessantly in her ear. He insisted that she must be coming down with something or suffering from sheer exhaustion. Either way, he demanded she stay home today. No questions asked. Kaycee had balked, insisting she was fine, but as she started to argue with him, her eyes shut once more, and the next thing she knew, the sun was waking her at 11:00 AM.

This was unlike her, but she had been working even longer hours than usual the past few weeks, and perhaps her body just needed a day of rest. She'd never admit it to him, but it looked like Ethan was right. Stretching, she got out of bed and headed to the kitchen for her cup of morning, uh, almost afternoon coffee. She felt guilty as she prepared the cup and put a sliced muffin in the toaster. She felt just fine, maybe she just needed a little more sleep, but there was no reason to stay home all day. Not when she had patients who needed her. She grabbed her phone.

The toaster popped, and Kaycee placed the muffin on her plate. Grabbing her cup of coffee, she went to sit at the table to eat when, suddenly, she felt the floor shift as the room began to spin around her. Thinking quickly, she put the hot coffee on the counter and steadied herself on her feet.

That’s weird, she thought, grabbing the cup again and slowly making her way, this time to the couch.

After settling, she took a sip of the bitter brew, assuming it would be just what she needed. After all, this is what started her day, whether that day began at 5:00 or 11:00. That’s all she needed, she thought as the precious liquid hit her tongue and then….

“BLECH!” she yelled, looking down at the cup as if it had betrayed her. “What the hell did I put in there?” She asked aloud as she returned to the kitchen, confident she would find that she had accidentally placed something other than coffee in the machine. But no, it was coffee. In fact, it was her favorite brew from Derry’s. Maybe Ethan was right, she began to worry; something was wrong.

She began to run the symptoms in her head. She thought of the patients she had treated. Was there anything she may have picked up from them? But nothing stuck out. The fatigue, dizziness, her tastebuds betraying her, what could it be… then her hand covered her mouth as she let out a quiet gasp.

“Oh, my God!”

She didn’t even want to allow herself the chance to dream. Many years had passed since she and Ethan decided to start trying for a baby. Over two years passed with endless disappointment and no conclusive answers as to why they couldn’t conceive. And it was just six months before when they had given up hope.

She recalled the night they tearfully accepted that parenthood might not be in the cards for them. They tried their best to convince themselves it was for the best. After all, they had demanding careers, they were set in their ways, and maybe there was a reason it wasn’t happening. Sure, they were sad, but they had each other. They’d be fine. They’d be better than fine - they’d be wonderful. They had so much to be grateful for, and they meant it. They knew they’d be OK, even if they had to let go of this dream.

And after that night, neither let the other know how often their minds became lost in thoughts about what might have been. When they’d pass the hospital nursery, see a child running in the park, or learn that yet another friend was expecting, their hearts would break a little.

Kaycee's heart began to race, and tears rushed to her eyes as she tried to quell the hope she felt rising in her chest. She picked up the phone to dial her husband, then immediately hung up. She couldn’t tell him. She would be crushed if she was wrong, but there was no reason to put Ethan through that. She had to be sure before she said a word. Darting to her bedroom, she threw an old sweater over her head and fished a pair of jeans from her closet. Within minutes she was heading out of the building on the way to the local pharmacy.

When she returned, she had five pregnancy tests in her bag… she wasn’t leaving anything to chance. Tossing her purse onto the bed, she rushed into the bathroom with all five tests in hand, and when she was done, she laid them out on a towel and waited… alone. She almost gave in and called Ethan, but she just couldn’t. She wasn’t even allowing herself to believe it could be true. She had peed on these things countless times before, only to find a solitary blue line staring back at her each time. There couldn’t be a different outcome, and she wouldn’t break his heart again.

That’s when she realized she was trembling. She was scared. Sienna. She could call Sienna. But, no. If anyone should know, it should be her husband; if she wasn't telling him, she told herself she’d have to bear this alone. So she turned the dial on the timer, placed it on the sink, and then sat back to wait.

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1:45 PM.

Heads turned as Ethan jammed on his brakes, bringing his car to a screeching halt. Based on the glares from fellow residents, he was confident he’d be one of the first three topics of discussion at the next condo board meeting, and he didn’t care.

“Hey,” he hollered, capturing the attention of the new doorman. “Catch!” was the only other word he spoke as he hurled the keys to his new Mercedes in the man’s direction.

“I’m not supposed to park your car!” the flustered gentleman yelled after Ethan, “it’s against the rules!”

But Ethan was already halfway through the lobby by then. And he wasn’t lamenting giving the keys to his fifty-thousand dollar vehicle to someone he had now officially met twice. After all, he had something far more valuable upstairs, and she was due for work forty-five minutes ago but did not show. Ethan called once, no answer. Ten minutes later, he called again. By the time the call reached voicemail, he was already on his way to Edenbrook’s parking lot.

He had no recollection of the elevator ride, walking down the hall, or fumbling with his keys as he attempted to enter their home. His only memory was the overwhelming sense of relief that washed over him when he heard Kaycee inside their home. Then, how quickly that relief vanished when he realized he was hearing her cry from several rooms away.

“Kaycee,” he yelled as he sprinted through the condo, finally finding her hunched in a corner next to the footed tub.

“What happened,” he gasped, collapsing to his knees beside her. “Are you OK? Did you fall?”

“No,” Kaycee sniffled, suddenly aware of his presence. Wiping her nose on her sleeve, she asked, “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work?”

“I am,” he agreed. “And so are you. You said you’d be in at one.”

Kaycee slapped her forehead with the back of her hand when she realized the time. “Oh my God! That’s right! I completely forgot that I said I’d come in! I’m so sorry!”

“When you didn't answer your phone….” Ethan’s voice trembled. “Kaycee, I thought the worst!”

“I can imagine! I’m sorry… I’m so, so…” she stopped, and her eyes went wide, “but… but wait! You have to get out of here! You can’t be here!”

“Why on earth not? What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is you’re ruining everything… I need you to leave. I need you to go back to work,” she demanded. “Right now!”

“And are you coming with me?” He asked while examining her eyes, “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head.”

“I’m sure,” she said with a gentle laugh.

“OK, now you’re confusing me even more. Why are you laughing? You scared the shit out of me, and now….”

“I know! I know,” she interrupted him, pulling close as a bright smile replaced the tears on her face. “It’s just that… after all we’ve been through… I wanted things to be perfect. I was trying to dream up this big romantic gesture… but I guess this is all we really need.”

Ethan was perplexed, taking her in with a furrowed brow as his mind began to race. “Romantic?” he asked as the pieces began to fall into place, but he refused to allow himself to believe.

“Yes! Romantic. But, this will have to do,” she beamed, grabbing an assortment of plastic sticks from the floor beside her and handing them to her husband with a smile on her face.

“There are five of them,” she enthused, “all positive… so that’s pretty accurate… right? This has to mean… right?”

“Kaycee,” Ethan replied, his voice a hoarse whisper, “what… what are you saying?”

“I think we’re going to have a baby. I mean, five positives, chances are good….”

“Statistically speaking, with five positives, then there is almost no chance that you’re not… that you’re not…” he looked down at the tests in wonder, then his crystal blue eyes returned to his wife’s. “Kaycee… you’re pregnant?”

Kaycee nodded frantically as tears began to spill again. “Yes!” she gasped, “Yes, it looks like I am!”

Ethan’s body collapsed against the tiled wall behind him as shock began to melt into joy.

“We’re going to have… you… you’re going to have…. We’re….”

“We’re going to have a baby!” she gushed as she straddled her husband’s lap, leaning in for a tender kiss.

His lip trembled, and a small puff of air escaped him. Kaycee was sure she had never seen him smile quite like that before. He pulled her close, her back pressed against his chest as his hands gently reached around and gently cradled her lower stomach.

“We’re having a baby,” he sighed, kissing over and over again, “You’re going to be a mom.”

“Which means you’re going to be a dad,” she laughed.

“We’re going to be parents.”

“We are,” Kaycee smiled. “Should we maybe go sit someplace more comfortable to celebrate?”

“Sure,” he whispered, “in a moment, but for right now, don’t you dare leave my arms. Because I don’t want this magic to end.”

Kaycee turned to face him, placing two kisses atop his head. “Silly man,” she smiled, “don’t you see? The magic has just begun.”

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