#and now whenever i close my eyes everything is pixelated

[lovings4turn]

I'LL WATCH YOUR LIFE IN PICTURES..

pairing: best friend!luke hughes x reader

summary… a look into luke’s camera roll, and a trip down memory lane [1.4k]

becca’s notes… a little insight into the kinds of pictures luke keeps in his phone (and close to his heart). this was supposed to be so much shorter, but, i got a little carried away so... oops!

📰 series masterlist masterlist ⋆˚࿔ likes + rbs appreciated

1/202

blurry, terrible angle, and dimly lit.

it was the first selfie you’d ever taken together, from the night you’d met, actually, and it’s clear that neither of you were really ready for the picture.

sure, you took it, were the one fully in control of pressing that circular button that would capture the image after you'd stolen luke's phone from his grasp. yet, it seems your alcohol-laced mind was more preoccupied with actually getting both you and luke into the frame at the same time than really posing for the picture.

to your credit, you're both smiling. luke actually looks like he's been captured mid laugh, and your grin is bright and toothy, though clearly drunken. you vaguely remember saying cheese, bursting with energy at the thought of making a new friend.

it's one of only nine photos in luke's 'favourites' album.

15/202

"oh my god, send me that."

once every blue moon, luke can actually be a good photographer. if you can suffer through the occasional finger over the lense, or weirdly ‘artistic’ framing, luke can claim ownership to some of the best photos of you ever taken.

this is one of them.

taken on a mild, spring day, when you’d dragged him out on a picnic. you’d provided the blanket, and luke had begrudgingly provided everything else, transport to the park included.

you’re sat cross-legged, daisies littered throughout your hair from where luke had taken to placing them amongst the strands in an act of boredom. juice from a perfectly ripe strawberry stains your white shirt, but you still look absolutely divine. your eyes are bright, like sunlight harnessed but not dimmed, and a playful pout adorns your lips as you look just wide of the camera.

in short, it’s a fucking great picture of you. he’s just got an eye for photography, is what he’d said at the time.

what he thinks now, though, is maybe his feelings for you manage to seep into the lenses, warp the image so you can finally see yourself as he does.

67-81/202

a series of selfies, all seemingly taken within seconds of one another. luke quickly learns never to leave his phone unattended around you, unless he wants to return to a significant chunk taken out of his iphone storage.

and to your credit, you'd maintained an incredible poker face when he'd came back from the bathroom, and his phone seemed to be in exactly the same place. he hadn't even noticed anything was amiss.

it was only later that night, when he was sending his mom a photo of him and quinn, that he discovered them. he'd laughed to himself, shaking his head as he muttered an 'unbelievable'.

in one, your tongue pokes out, as though taunting him for what you'd managed to pull off. in another, you blow a kiss. somewhere in between, you're making a facial expression that luke knows you'd rather die than let see the light of day outside of his phone.

your mischief practically radiates through the screen, infiltrates every low-quality pixel, and luke swears he can see that familiar look in your eye, the one you get whenever you’re plotting something stupid. 

there's fourteen photos in total, and luke keeps every last one. blackmail material, he claims, for when you get too cocky.

109/202

absolutely disgusting, you'd called it. had all but launched yourself at him with a screech, acting like a provoked animal in an effort to steal his phone and delete it for yourself. luke didn't see the issue.

sure, you obviously weren't prepared for the photo, were mid-bite of your burger and also mid-blink, but it wasn't awful by any means. a little unflattering at worst, endearing at best.

luke had held his phone above his head, out of your reach. he called you dramatic, you threatened to knee him in the balls. luke deleted the photo to appease you.

not five minutes later, he retrieves it from his 'recently deleted'. you keep your peace of mind and luke keeps his photo. it makes his instagram dump for your twenty first birthday.

131/202

technically, it's not even a photo of you. wasn't intended to be, at least.

it’s from last summer, at the lakehouse. past midnight, but not too late, when the evening was just starting to dwindle down.

everyone had gathered around a small, makeshift fire, half full beer bottles gripped lazily in their hands as meaningless chatter mingled with the sounds of cicadas.

luke was just messing around with his phone, really, trying to get a decently aesthetic picture of the fire. the fact you happened to be in frame was sheer coincidence, or cruel fate. he’s still unsure as to which.

sparks dance over your head like a halo, an arcing display of light that bathes you in a golden-white hue. half of your face is lost to the darkness. the portion you can see looks utterly content, eyes closed and lashes fanning over your cheeks.

luke’s thumbs had hovered over the screen a beat too long, threatening to zoom in a fraction further. impossibly, his self-restraint won out, and his locked phone was promptly stuffed into his pocket.

147-148/202

one of you, one of him, both taken with the zoom set to 0.5. 

it’s a ridiculous trend that luke still doesn’t understand, but it had made you almost giddy with joy. maximum effect for minimum effort, something luke couldn’t complain about even if he tried. 

you’d taken the picture before he could even process it, before promptly thrusting the phone into his hands and demanding he do the same. the distortive zoom had thrown him for a second, but he’d still snorted a laugh as he positioned you within frame, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes that were only intensified by the dramatic angle. 

luke tried it out on a few teammates shortly after, and was disappointed to realise he didn’t find them anywhere near as entertaining as the one he took of you. 

180/202

not a creeper shot, no matter what anyone else tries to say. sure, you were asleep when the photo was taken, but luke had his reasons.

it dates back to one of your movie nights, where you were slumped against luke’s shoulder, hood of your sweater pulled low over your eyes. thanks to the way you’d cuddled into his side, luke had no way of knowing whether or not you’d drifted off yet.

talking during a movie was worthy of the death sentence, in your eyes, and it wasn’t a risk luke was willing to take. carefully, luke had pulled out his phone, acting as though any sudden movements would be fatal.

it took a second for him to get the angle correct; he couldn’t really see his screen thanks to your position, and so snapped a photo and hoped for the best.

what greeted him caused his heart to stutter uncomfortably, a weird mis-step in the otherwise rhythmic beating. as predicted, you were totally passed out, lips parted, and the damp spot on his hoodie provided the damning evidence that you do drool in your sleep, thank you very much.

he’d intended to delete it after receiving the answer to his internal debate. with a few taps of his fingers, it became your new contact photo.

202/202

the most recent addition to the collection is nothing spectacular.

a cosy, quiet cafe plays backdrop to you, who proudly beams and carefully clasps a drink between two hands. the porcelain white of the mug is disturbed by a tendril of coffee spilling over the lip, a result of your slight clumsiness and inability to merely hold the thing straight whilst posing.

the fancy latte art was the reason for the photo, of course. after all, it would be rude not to take a picture, when the barista had managed to fashion a small cat out of milk atop your - unseasonal - gingerbread latte.

what if luke wanted to look back on the small, yet impressive feat one day? the fact that you were also featured was secondary, not even relevant, in all honestly. 

“smile,” he’d said, and so you did. only you were aware that it wasn’t just for the photo.

[everywherestrs]

You make your ingame character look like him. Pt. 1

Xavier

You and Xavier are partners even outside of work. He is always eager to play any games with you, and the moment a game has co-op, he’s creating an account so you can jump into it together. You two almost always play side by side.

But this time, Xavier had been sent on a business trip, and coincidentally, a brand-new game was released. Without thinking twice, you downloaded it and immediately started creating your avatar.

At first, it didn’t even cross your mind—but then you remembered how, in previous games, whenever you created a female character, other players would constantly hit on you. Xavier always seemed to get annoyed by that, often going so far as to start fighting anyone who dared get within ten pixels of your character.

So your finger hesitated… and then pressed the button to switch the character's gender to male. You spent hours crafting the perfect look, but nothing felt quite right. And just as you were about to give up, a message popped up from Xavier: everything had gone smoothly, and he’d be back in a few days.

In that moment, inspiration struck like lightning.

You quickly typed a reply, then dove back into the game to create a your masterpiece.

You heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Putting your phone down, you made your way toward the sound.

The moment you saw Xavier kicking off his shoes, you rushed to him and wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. He let out a soft chuckle at the force with which you squeezed him.

—I’m happy to see you too, my little star.

After that, you both sat down for dinner, and the rest of the evening melted away as you cuddled on the couch. The TV was on, but neither of you paid it much attention. Instead, you exchanged stories about your days apart.

—Oh! A few days ago, I downloaded a new game. I haven’t made much progress yet, so I think you’ll catch up to me pretty quickly.

You didn’t need to say more. Xavier was already pulling out his phone and downloading the game.

He didn’t bother customizing his avatar, opting instead for one of the default skins the game offered. Every time you tried to nudge him into changing at least one detail, but his reply was always the same: the game itself was more interesting than playing dress-up.

—I’ve spawned at the starting point.

—Hold on, I’ll teleport to you. I’m here.

Xavier scanned his screen for your avatar. You always chose vibrant accessories, so he was used to spotting you easily in crowds of players. But this time, he couldn’t find you anywhere.

—I don’t see you.

—I’m right here.

Right after your words, a blonde guy with sky-blue eyes, in a soft beige cardigan and a sword strapped to his hip, approached Xavier’s character. Standing before him, he waved.

—Xavii, you went with the default skin again…

While your eyes were still focused on your screen, you didn’t notice Xavier—sitting beside you—had suddenly gone still. It wasn’t until several silent seconds passed with no reply that you turned your head to look at him.

Xavier was staring at his phone screen in silence. When you were just about to ask if everything was alright, he finally spoke.

—Is that... me?

It took a moment for the meaning to click in your head.

—Oh! You mean my avatar? Well, I figured since you always get annoyed when other players start following me around, I thought this might help avoid that whole mess.

You turned back to your phone and made your character use an emote that scattered confetti around them.

—And it worked! Only a handful of players approached me, and even then, just to ask for materials.

—Hmm.

Xavier gave a quiet hum to show he was listening, but said nothing more.

From there, you both continued exploring the map. Just as you’d predicted, Xavier quickly caught up to your level. Now you could dive into dungeons together and take part in events as a team.

You stretched, hearing a soft crack from your bones. Glancing at the clock, you realized you’d been playing for over three hours. Time to call it a night.

—I think that’s enough for today. We both have tomorrow off so let’s spend the day playing from morning till night.

You called over your shoulder as you stood up and headed for the bathroom to get ready for bed. But then Xavier’s voice stopped you.

—Hey… why did you decide to make your avatar look like me?

Xavier asked uncertainly, his gaze shifting away. By now, fatigue was beginning to weigh on you. All you wanted was to collapse into the cool bed and bury yourself in your pillow, so your answer came simply—without much thought.

—Well… who else would I make my character look like, if not like my boyfriend?

You left the room without seeing the soft smile that bloomed on Xavier’s face at your words. And when you both lay in bed that night, you didn’t notice how Xavier held you just a little tighter than usual, his face nestled gently into your neck.

Zayne

The clock read ten at night, but you were lying on the bed, propped up against the headboard, bathed in the warm, dim glow of the bedside lamp, your phone resting in your hands.

This wasn’t the first time you found yourself in a situation like this—and yet, each time, you still couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him.

Zayne was always so dedicated to his job that sometimes his job fully consumed him, but he had told you countless times that you were his first priority—but in moments like these, when he came home exhausted, or worse, after failing to save one of his patients, you never had the heart to start an argument.

And besides, sometimes the roles were reversed. Just last month, nearly every one of your missions had ended later than scheduled, and there were more than a few occasions when you’d come home to find Zayne already there. But the one constant was that no matter how late you returned, he was always waiting for you—never once going to bed before you arrived.

That’s why, for the past week, you’d been trying to return the gesture—to wait up for him as well. But there was one small problem.

How were you supposed to stay awake?

One night, as you scrolled through your phone in an effort to keep your eyes open, an ad for a new video game caught your attention. You and Zayne had an entire gaming nook set up in your home, so you were more than happy to add one more title to your collection.

You had just finished your daily commissions when you heard the sound of the front door opening—followed by quiet footsteps headed your way.

Zayne cracked the bedroom door open slowly, not wanting to wake you if you were already asleep. But when he saw the soft light filtering through, he pushed it open fully.

—Welcome back, honey~

You greeted him in an especially sweet voice, adding a playful new nickname. You loved teasing Zayne and watching his reactions in real time—but lately, with how busy he’d been, your windows of opportunity had been getting fewer and farther between.

Even in the low light, you caught the faint blush dusting his ears and the deep breath he took in response to your greeting.

—Good night to you too. Though I figured you’d be deep in your tenth dream by now.

You stood from the bed, set your phone on the nightstand, and crossed the room in a few easy strides. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

—I had to wait for you… I missed you.

You felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in close. A soft kiss landed on the top of your head, and when he pulled back slightly, he murmured,

—I missed you too.

Neither of you knew how long you stood there, wrapped up in each other. But after a while, you offered to draw Zayne a bath—part of your ongoing effort to take care of him. “I need my doctor to be healthy and well.”

You made your way to the bathroom to start the water. Meanwhile, Zayne walked to the nightstand to place his glasses down—and that’s when your phone screen caught his attention.

The game was still open, the screen lit up with your avatar. A young man with brown hair and green eyes behind a pair of glasses. He wore a tie, a crisp white shirt, and a medical coat draped over his shoulders. The last thing Zayne noticed was your username at the top of the screen: “Dr. Snow”.

You had just finished checking the water when you came back into the room, ready to call Zayne over only for him to ask, with a raised brow,

—So… did you get yourself a second doctor?

At first, you didn’t understand what he was talking about. But then you saw your phone in his hand and everything clicked. A slow smile spread across your face.

—Mhm. I figured it’s better to have two doctors. While one’s busy with other patients, the second one can look after me.

Zayne’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked over to him.

When you reached him and gently took the phone from his hand, he didn’t resist. Instead, he asked,

—And which of the two do you think is doing a better job?

You exited the game and set your phone back down on the nightstand. Turning back to Zayne, you looped your arms around his neck.

You pretended to ponder the question, moving one of your hands to tap your finger against your chin in thought. After a few seconds, you finally replied,

—I think Dr. Li is much better at the job than Dr. Snow. The second one’s still too low-level to compete with the first.

—Oh? And what level is Dr. Li exactly?

Zayne asked as he placed both of his hands on your hips. You rose up on your toes, leaned in close, and whispered right into his ear:

—Max level.

Rafayel

Thomas had asked you, practically begged, for help: to convince Rafayel to actually show up to his own exhibition. Rafayel, in turn, had set one condition: you had to be present at every single one.

So you often found yourself tucked away in some quiet corner of an art gallery, quietly watching the crowd that inevitably gathered around your boyfriend. Rafayel would always try to keep you by his side, but you never liked being in the spotlight. So, as usual, you’d quietly slip away, unnoticed, distancing yourself from conversations and curious guests.

At first, you thought it would be easy. A few hours walking around the gallery, looking at the paintings, and then heading home. But with every new exhibition, it all became more and more monotonous. One night, during one such event, boredom finally got the best of you and you pulled out your phone, retreating to your usual quiet little corner.

That’s when you came across a new game. Before committing, you glanced up to find Rafayel. He was still deep in the crowd, utterly absorbed. Judging by the way things were going, it didn’t look like the guests would be letting him go anytime soon.

You tapped “download” and waited for it to install.

You were in his studio.

Rafayel sat on the floor, surrounded by scattered art supplies. A canvas lay in front of him. You were curled up on the couch, your gaze fixed on your phone.

The room was wrapped in a peaceful kind of silence.

At some point, you stood up, still holding your phone, and began to walk. The soft sound of your footsteps caught Rafayel’s attention, and he looked up from his canvas.

The moment his eyes met yours, you dropped down to your knees in front of him, holding the screen of your phone up to his face.

—Which one’s better, the first or the second?

You asked, pointing first to one outfit, then to the other on the screen.

Rafayel blinked, momentarily confused. His brow furrowed. But then his gaze drifted from your calm, focused expression back to the screen. After a moment of inspecting both options, he answered simply:

—The first.

That was all you needed. Without a word, you stood up and returned to your seat on the couch, resuming whatever you’d been doing before. Rafayel, still sitting on the floor, looked after you with the same confused expression—waiting, perhaps, for some sort of explanation.

But when you didn’t offer one, when you just kept scrolling silently on your phone, he finally rose to his feet and approached you.

Coming closer, he managed to catch a glimpse of your screen.

…

—Is that supposed to be ME?!

The outfit he’d chosen—a soft, sky-blue shirt that revealed a portion of the chest and loose-fitting trousers—was now worn by a character with violet hair and eyes like a gradient between rose and turquoise. Even the birthmark on his chest was in the exact same place as his.

Without lifting your gaze from the screen, you gave a small hum of confirmation.

Rafayel sat down beside you abruptly.

—When did you even have time to make this?

—At one of your exhibitions.

He went silent, clearly processing that information. Then, in a slightly wounded tone, he said,

—So you left me alone with potentially dangerous strangers just to go hang out with him?!

It wasn’t long after that you found out Rafayel had downloaded the game too and made his avatar look unmistakably like you. He teased you about it more than once, but eventually, you found yourselves playing together in the evenings. You played as him, and he played as you.

Pt. 2

[bleedingichorhearts]

If it fine with crossovers can u do 1 of subnautica and Warhammer where whoever reader is paired with finds out reader is a survivor of the aurora crash (which I can imagine would be labeled as the ship being missing because it's canon altera is shady as FUCK and will hide shit) plus was an engineer on the crew?

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: I can definitely do crossovers! Especially with these two! Wrote a fic on Subnautica once, but didn’t post it. Altera is a shady like, what you mean I have to pay all that money just because I was surviving? Whole thing a damn scam.😭 I hope you don’t mind that I used my oc’s.

𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: This is not cannon for my oc’s.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Some Alpha Legionnaires find out you were one of the engineers on a lost planet called “4546B,” and being the information gathers they are… They want answers.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // None.

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“Brother! Look what I have found!” Hydra calls out to his fellow legionnaire with a data pad in hand. Shoving the thing into his brothers face as Asclepius flinches away from it, disliking the forced closeness of it. The brightness of the tech hurting his eyes.

“What is it brother?” Asclepius grumbles at his younger counterpart. Taking his brothers’ armored wrist in his own gauntlet, and pushing the data pad away from his face so he can look at it properly. His eyes squinting slightly in confusion at what is being shown on the data pad in front of him.

“It is our little serpent!” Hydra exclaims to him, turning the data pad to him for a second to look at it before showing the simple, blurry picture at him again. The image: all pixelated, though you can tell there was some sort of island in the picture.

“Little serpent?” The older Alpha legionnaire questions, raising his brow at the picture. He was having a bit of a hard time studying this corrupt picture, but it was clear that if he put his mind to it better he could tell it is their little serpent in the picture. “What got you excited about this picture, brother? I see nothing but an island and water around her.”

“Look closer.” Hydra urges him, using his gauntlet to zoom in on the picture, more specifically the background off to the side of their little serpent. Darker, purplish pixels popping up. “See that?”

“They are advanced ruins.” Asclepius huff, shifting his weight. What is his brother trying to say to him? “Where are you getting at, brother?”

“Asclepius.” His brother whines at him, looking up at him with a ‘really?’ expression. Dropping the data pad to his sides. “I’ve talked to you about this, did you not listen?”

“I have, brother. Do not fret.” Asclepius calms him, waving a gentle gauntlet at him. He always takes notes on whenever his brethren are speaking. Especially, with the things they have an interest in, and well… it tends to peak his curiosity’s as well. Causing a chain reaction between the three.

“So you must know we should question our little serpent about this.” Hydra pushes, stepping forward a little bit, his sabatons giving a soft thud to the ground while he puts the data pad up to his face again. This time, a little bit farther away for his face. “She is the only survivor we know about.”

“She is the only survivor?” Asclepius repeats, now very, very interested in this picture than he was before. Looking at it a bit more intently, trying to gather everything out of the measly picture. The Alpha legions need to know burning up in his soul.

“Yes, she is.” Hydra simply confirms back, nodding. Pulling back the data pad to look at the picture again. His deep, ocean blue eyes looking over the picture for the uptenth time.

“Where is she now?” Asclepius asks, standing up straighter. Wanting to just bolt to be the first to get this information. Not only that, but their little serpent is a survivor. Something that not many can achieve in this accursed universe.

You had been working a trinket of yours within your Alpha legions quarters. Ever slowly building it up to perfection to keep your hands busy while you let your legionnaires do… whatever they do. Simply basking on their bunk as you have learned to not just up and leave without knowing who your legionnaires were. There were a lot of copy cats…

Twisting the trinket in your hands, it gives soft clicks as the door of the quarters opens up. Your eyes glancing up briefly before looking back down at the trinket. A hummed greeting going through your vocal cords.

“Little serpent? We have something to ask of you.” Asclepius' voice hums back almost questioning. Two pairs of soft thuds shuffling into the room.

“Oh? What can I provide when you know everything?” You question back, tilting your head as you continue to work on the trinket. Your eyes never leaving it.

You can feel as the bunk dips a little then a warm sensation gently nuzzling into the side of your neck. Turquoise armor surrounding your peripheral vision before you’re gently pulled back into their cold armor. That warm sensation turning into soft kisses into your neck.

“You’re the only survivor of a planet we’ve been very curious about.” Asclepius mumbles into your neck, keeping in place when you squirm. A little bit ticklish at the act. “Pry to tell?”

“Pry to tell?” You repeat, amused with their attempts to sway you, even if they didn’t need to. Your eyes glancing to the Alpha Legion behind you. “You don’t have to seduce me for such information you know.”

“Hmmm, I’m giving payment.” He simply states, nuzzling into your neck more, and you can’t help but give a scoff. Entertained by his words. He was always such a pleaser.

“We are curious little serpent.” Hydra bumps in, coming closer himself. Kneeling beside the bunk with a hard thud. His gauntlets bracing himself on the edge; means not to squish you. “What was it like on that planet?”

“Planet 4546B was surprisingly beautiful in its own way.” You sigh, trying to remember all the good, wondrous things of the planet. “Of course it was mostly a water planet; I had to search for materials under the surface, but it holds its beauty from the Jellyshroom caves and down to the Lava lakes. Dangerous, but beautiful.”

“Lava lakes?” Hydra questions, tilting his head. His eyes never leaving your form when you talk about the planet. “How deep was the planet? Why did you need to go down so far?”

“Oh, I would say… 1,300 - 1,500 meters down. The temperature was… something else, but I’ve built a suit for that.” You hum in thought, trying to remember how far you could actually go. You weren’t going to count the Void. “I had to go farther down for the materials like: Crystalline sulfur and Kyanite. Not only that but I had to get into the Containment facility down there.”

“Containment facility?” Asclepius repeats, leaning away to look at you carefully. What do you mean ‘containment facility?’ Did this plant have something they shouldn’t?

“Yes, containment facility.” You nod, shifting in his lap. Getting yourself comfortable as you place the trinket you were working on off to your side. “That place held or rather imprisoned a Sea Emperor Leviathan in it. She had a cure for the planet as it was quarantined.”

Cure? Sea Emperor Leviathan? Quarantine? Oh, these Alpha Legionnaires were getting more and more invested by the second. Not by a minute, by the second. They were craving more and more; the Thousands sons would be jealous.

“Cure? What did you need a cure for?” Hydra asks, leaning forward a bit more. Like as if he were to get closer he would obtain everything he questioned.

“Kharaa Bacterium.” You simply say, looking up at the ceiling of their quarters as you play with your fingers. Rather content on telling them your… lonely past. “It is not a native disease to the planet. It was brought over by these other alien life called the ‘Architects’ in an attempt to find a vaccine.”

“Did you get infected by this disease?” Asclepius questions this time, coming back to nuzzle you a bit closer. The thought of losing you to an unknown disease not sitting well for either of them.

“As soon as I crash landed on the planet.” You say, bringing your hand behind you to trail your fingers along his armor. “The bacterium enters the body through skin and increases its strength inside of you, but do not worry. I’m free of it.”

Both of the Legionnaires sigh at your admission. Asclepius nuzzling you impossibly more with Hydra laying his head down in your lap. Their questions still burn but their worry can burn brighter. At least, for you.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t because 1: I would be dead if I didn’t find the cure quick enough and 2: I’m 1 trillion in credit debt for just trying to survive. Which is where you sneaky lovers came in.” You continue and explain yourself. Using your other hand to trace your fingers along Hydras bald head.

The two can’t help the dread and amusement that passes through them at your words. Not liking how you spoke of this disease so… commonly and how unjustly your company was with you. 1 trillion? For just surviving? It was a good thing they found an unique interest in your ship.

“1 trillion…” Asclepius mumbles into your neck. Swaying with you a little bit, teasing you. “Quite the fugitive you are, little serpent.”

“Am not!” You huff, pulling your hands back from them to fold your arms, looking away from them both. Hydra giving a tiny whine/huff at your hand removal. “I was just trying to survive!”

“A Night lord would be jealous of you.” Asclepius resumes, nuzzling a bit harder into you. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you squirm and squeak out at his actions.

“Don’t even get me started on the other leviathans!” You quickly come up with something to distract them with. Using information like some bread crumbs and feeding it to them.

“…The other what?”

[nevadancitizen]

-> (I'VE BEEN) DREAMING OF YOU

synopsis: könig comes into your reality.

word count: 1.2k

characters: könig, player! reader

trigger warnings: mention of canon-typical violence, maybe slightly obsessive könig oops lol

notes: self-aware cod au belongs to @puff0o0 , inspired by @simp4konig // i moved for college lol hopefully i'll be able to upload(?) more often + salf-aware aus are really my thing huh. my jam if you will

It had been a week since König figured out he wasn’t real. 

At least, that’s what he approximated it to be. Time was tricky if he actually tried to count the seconds and minutes and hours. 

But when he stepped off the helicopter and trudged back into base, he knew he would at least have some sense of relief. Some sense of… realness, even though he knew he only existed through the wires of ethernet cables, or maybe even something as primitive as a CD.

König knew his boots tracked in mud and blood and maybe even guts, but he didn’t care. Everything would be wiped clean and be put on a new plate tomorrow for… he guessed they would be called the players, to eat. 

He shut the door to his quarters behind him and leaned against it, closing his eyes and sighing. He desperately wished he could tell someone, anyone, about what he had witnessed – what he knew to be true. 

He felt crazy. He felt blessed. He felt like a conspiracy theorist that was just re-inventing the idea that the whole world is a simulation – because it is! People re-invented ideas all the time, but there was nothing shameful in it. But if the rest of humanity (and for all he knew, humanity could only be KorTac and Specgru) oohed and aahed and said, “God, we live in a simulation? I’ve never heard that one before!” just to make him feel good, nothing would ever get done. But it still stung to know such a heavenly being existed and to keep such a huge secret. 

Of course he was talking about you, thinking about you. When did he not think of you, actually?

He felt almost hollow without you. Like you had given him warmth with your control – a raging bonfire he could only observe from a distance, but still felt the full heat of: as in, an actual heat in his chest whenever he felt his control slipping away, replaced with the security that came with being in your presence. And König didn’t hate it. Not at all. 

He didn’t even bother to shrug off his work equipment before he threw himself onto his bed. He turned over and swaddled himself with his blanket to try and emulate your warmth. It did nothing. 

It was a while before he fell asleep. And he had the strangest dream…

He was in your room. He had only caught glances of it, but here he was, tangled in your blankets and in your bed. 

And there you were. Sitting at your desk, typing away at your laptop. Your back was to him, but he could tell it was you. Even at this distance, you were so warm. 

You were wearing the big, chunky headphones you always wore when you played. He could hear quiet thumping bass coming from them. It was the only sound he could hear aside from your quick keystrokes. 

König slowly untangled himself from your blankets – he still had his boots on, the ones that had mud and blood and maybe even guts. Then he realized he had all of his work equipment on. 

He stood and surveyed his surroundings. Everything in your room was so… you. (Obviously. It was your room.)

His eyes snapped back to you when you took off your headphones. You pressed a button on the side to pause your music and then set them down. You stretched your arms above your head and let out a quiet groan as you leaned back. 

You looked so soft. So cute. Nothing like what König had seen through the screen. You had been slightly bitcrushed and pixelated, but now…

The warmth that blossomed in his chest was like no other. It spread out into his limbs, almost making him weak in the knees. His eyelids fluttered, but he forced them open to look at you, take in more of you. 

He tried to say your name softly, as to not startle you, but it came out choked and loud and awkward. His voice even cracked. 

You were so scared you nearly punched a hole through your monitor. You stood and turned, immediately grabbing a pair of scissors that were on your desk. 

Your hand shook as you pointed the pair of scissors at König. “T… take off the hood!”

König kept his feet planted firmly on the ground, even bending at the knee a little to be less threatening. He puts up his hands in a surrendering manner. “Schatz, no, it’s me. It’s König.”

“Shut up!” you barked. “I’m not – no way am I being killed or robbed or whatever by someone in cosplay!” Your eyes flit over his body, spotting a knife on his utility belt. “And give me your knife. Try anything and I’m – I’ll…” you glanced down at the pair of scissors (which you can’t really stab him with). “I’ll snip your dick off!” 

It honestly takes a bit of effort on König’s part not to laugh. Still, he slowly, carefully took the knife out of its holster and offered it to you, the blade pointed towards his chest. “Please, be careful.”

“I know how to handle knives,” you snapped. You put the pair of scissors back on your desk and took to pointing König’s knife at him. You took a tentative step closer, your jaw set. You reached a shaking hand out towards König’s face. “Don’t… move.”

"Mein Leibling.” König breathed out the words. “What are you doing?”

“The mask,” you said. “I’m taking it off. Then I’m calling the police.”

König just looked at you with wide eyes, his blue-grey eyes stark against his eyeblack. His eyebrows creased as he looked down at you, but said nothing. 

And then, König felt a blossoming warmth as his face was exposed for the first time in what felt like forever. 

His eyes fluttered shut as he felt your eyes rove over his face. Under the hood wasn’t a face: nothing except for his eyes, eyebrows, and a little bit of the surrounding skin. The rest of it was unloaded textures, a checkerboard of black and bright purple. 

“Schatz…” 

“König…”

König’s eyes opened as you said his name. You didn’t notice before, but his eyes were detailed, told a story. This wasn’t the king of the battlefield – this was König. Here, he wasn’t a killer, wasn’t someone who saws someone’s head off with a dull plastic knife and doesn’t even blink when the blood spurts out. He wasn’t the long-shot-drop-pop one-bullet-wonder. He was a man. 

König gently reached up and took your wrist and pulled your hand away from his hood. It fell back into place, covering up his checkerboard face. 

He looked down at you, his eyebrows still furrowed. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. 

“You’re…” you sighed – not disappointedly, but more surprised. “You’re actually him. You’re König.”

“I am,” König said simply. 

“Schatz,” you said. “What does that mean?”

König smiled down at you, even though he didn’t have a mouth. His eyes crinkled at the outsides. “Treasure.”

He gently let go of your wrist, his hand traveling up your arm until it came to your shoulder. His fingers brushed against your jaw, the rough texture of his gloves making you tense just the slightest bit. 

He whispers softly, like he’s afraid of you hearing his voice. “My treasured player.”

[blooky8]

whatever. no one sends asks to me. but i dont need u ppl to ask if i can answer anyway. letsgo

i don't really have any. they just change depending on the fandom that i'm currently in. i guess for now valid answers would be mice from patb, and the attorneys at law + their girlfr-..assistant from daredevil

depends on the story you're trying to tell? usually lighter

yeah, a little bit

insulindian phasmid

brown, with a bit of green?

i was scared i guess

i actually like scrunchies more, but i don't have any hgjfgjh

one!

absolutely most definitely hot coffee

i wouldn't slaughter anybody

you mean hobby? pixel-art, reading, drawing, listening to music, i kind of don't have a favorite. maybe only if web surfing counts?

it's an okay day. a bit of worry day but nothing too serious

idk, around two hours ago

yes. i adore it

no, i take care of my sister tho

nope

nuh-uh

a russian brand of shampoo? you probably don't know them

most likely not hjkfhj, i just don't want your nails to end up looking ugly. if someone close asks me to do it i might agree

soda, or soda-pop

curiosity

depends on the classification. here are a few popular labels: infp, 2-6-9, preoccupied, fluttershy kin

i feel chilly. that's why i dress up in warm clothes. and then i feel nice and comfy

looking at stars and talking about whatever. alternative answer for my mutuals: i finally find you on one of the rooftops, but that only sends me into more panic since you're lying there unmoving and i have the worst suspicions creeping up to me at this moment. i run up to you and drop on my knees, actively shaking your body with tears in my eyes , screaming your name over and over again, begging you to wake up, until your eyes finally open and you cough up some blood, and my relief is indescribable when i'm helping you to stand up and get you to a hospital as soon as possible. you look horrible, but you're still alive, and that's the most important thing in the world to me

def perfume

like smth i often imagine? cuddling whenever i sleep with my plush cat body pillow. doesn't have to be related to me, actually it's usually about two fictional characters

around 7 hours? idk

umm haha wdym? the pandemic is over you sillyhead, why would i wear a mask? haha........

boiling

one right in front of me. it has blood of the chocolate cake i ate recently on it (flexing)

something daring and unapologetic, listen to boss bitch or edamame for reference

not really???? i love them all equally

i travelled to faraway lands in search of a beautiful, most chocolate cake in the world. i found it. and slayed it (very yummy)

oooh a lot of them. the most honorable mention is probably second ending of hunter x hunter lmao (hunting for your dream)

UTC+03:00

one. from blooky-8 to blooky8

nobody

palmolive olive oil soap. actually fucking amazing. 10/10 would eat

nope. i wanted to buuuut never got around to buy any

yes, otherwise i wouldn't be functional rn

1 with something tsp of instant coffee, 3 tsp of sugar, a bit less than half the cup filled with water, then the rest with milk. congratulations you have an amazing cup of coffee

vkontakte. u can find me there with the same url <з

no take, bc i don't take spicy foods. i'm a pussy mayonnaise fan

if there's no risk, i can just go "poof" and they're instantly dead, or even better if i get to play out a scenario that won't go wrong, i have one person who i wanted to get rid of for a looong time. vladimir putin

i binge-watched a tv show lmao. pretty uneventful

klaus (2019)

"anyway, good to know you're well informed" about a stupid joke i came up with. hazmat murdock..................

never. i don't really want to drink alcohol

probably not

everyone can tag me in everything as much as they want. actually i would be very happy to get tagged. pls tag me

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[no-ones-here-tm]

Another writing excerpt, but it’s dinluke this time

Luke deserved to be worshipped.

He deserved to be praised and doted over.

It’s not Dins fault that Luke can’t seem to see these truths.

Din would make him see. Din would make him see that he deserved all he was given and more.

If that means Luke tied up and blindfolded on their bed, than so be it.

If that means Luke writhing in pleasure, then so be it.

He did deserve it, he deserved this and so much more.

Luke deserved to be worshipped.

And worship him he will.

[padfootagain]

Old Crush

Hello ! Here is a request that was sent my way by an anon : ‘Great! So I had this idea for a Ben imagine... So you were a big fan of Ben since you saw him in the Narnia movies, and you had a crush on him for years. Now, years later you're dating him but you never told him about knowing who he was before meeting him nor about this crush you had on him/his character (does that have sense?😅) And somehow he finds out and he's mad about it because he feels betrayed that you lied and he thinks you are only dating him because of who he is. But a happy ending, please!’

Thank you for sending in a request, anon! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written for you!

I hope you all like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: a bit of angst. Hurt/comfort. Fluffy ending. (the ask was perfect to use some interviews about Ordinary Day so… because I don’t know but whenever he speaks about being enough my heart just goes dfiejierjiejri)

Summary: Ben didn’t know that you were a fan of his already before you started dating, and when he finds out, he doesn’t like it at all. All his insecurities are suddenly brought back to life…

Word Count: 3156

Ben's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

It was a beautiful day, odds were in Ben’s favour to spend a lovely afternoon with you.

Lunch in the sun on your balcony, in your shared home, eating a tasty meal and drinking some fine wine. He glimpsed at the shining ring on your finger as the gem caught the sun and glimmered even more than usual, while he listened to you ramble about something exciting that happened at work. And it was perfect.

Perfect. Everything about this moment, about you, about the two of you… was perfect.

He wasn’t claiming that it wasn’t hard sometimes, because it was. You butted heads, you fought from time to time, you got annoyed at him and he got mad at you. He was away often and you weren’t always around. Sometimes, it was rough, but it was worth it. That was what Ben meant when ‘perfect’ popped into his mind to be written on everything around him. No matter what, he was certain you were the one. No matter what, he was certain he would fight for you. The two of you would make it work, no matter what. Because you were everything he wanted, and he was enough for you.

Him. Ben. Not Ben Barnes, not the actor, not the fame, not the money… just… him. Simple Ben who overthought everything, was too cautious sometimes, had only a vague idea of what a meme was, loved goofing around, and made a mediocre chili that he claimed was amazing. You loved him, and he knew it. He knew that if tomorrow he dropped everything and walked out of the glamour and fame you would hold his hand and give him a bright smile and ask ‘okay, where are we going, then?’ And it made it perfect. To be enough made it perfect…

A dreamy smile formed on his lips at the thought that this was going to last forever. You were signing up for a lifetime together. Endless supplies of banter, of conversations that lasted till dawn, of cuddles on the sofa, of kisses in a kitchen bathed with dawn, of hands holding on each other as if they never wanted to let go. Endless supplies of silly fights forgotten on the pillow, of eyes opening to the sight of the other sleeping, of boxes of chocolate brought home every day for a week every month, of flights caught to close the distance, of faces drawn in pixels and voices distorted by phones, of painful goodbyes before climbing in a cab.

All of it, good or bad, was about to last for the rest of your lives, together. A couple of months more to wait until you would both say yes and be each other’s for a lifetime…

Sometimes, he wondered if things would have been different if you had met under different circumstances. Instead of bumping – quite literally – into each other in this supermarket… what if you had met and started dating knowing who he was? Would he have opened up so easily then? Would he have let himself be drawn to you with such a force?

But then again, you didn’t know who he was back then. And he was thankful for it. He hadn’t had to worry about the fame, about you being earnest, about money… none of that mattered, not between the two of you.

He was just Ben with you, and it was enough. And you were just Y/N, and it was enough.

“Are you even listening at this point?”

Ben shook himself out of his dreamy state, looking away from your shimmering ring and up to your eyes again. He wanted to drown in their colour forever…

You were amused more than annoyed, head tilted to the side and a playful smile on your lips.

“You’re talking about Francis breaking the coffee machine. Again,” he answered with a cocky smile. “Of course, I’m listening, love.”

“You seemed to have zoned out for a moment,” you explained before eating the last bite of your dessert.

“Was just… kind of lost in thought, I guess. But I was listening.”

“What were you thinking about? You were smiling, it ought to be nice.”

His smile widened, something mischievous and flirtatious added to the crooked gesture.

“I was thinking about this,” he answered, nodding towards your ring. “And about all the naughty things we’ll do on our honeymoon.”

You laughed, choking on the piece of fruit you were eating. And God, did he adore that sound…

“And… what kind of thoughts these might be? Are you making plans?” you asked back, flirt lowering your voice too, and Ben couldn’t help the way his heart jumped in his chest at the sound.

“I am, actually,” he fought back, leaning a little across the table, a dangerous glint darkening his black eyes. “I have a full list, at this point… of things I’m going to do to you.”

He noticed your sharp intake of breath, and leaned back in his chair, winking at you in a seductive way, making you nervously giggle.

“Can’t wait for that, then… Can I get a preview?”

Ben let out a loud laugh, shaking his head.

“No way, I’m keeping that for later. We should relax this afternoon.”

“Sex is… relaxing…”

“No…” Ben shook his head, amused.

Instead, Ben ended up doing the dishes while you settled on the sofa and looked for something to watch on TV. You went through the channels, until Ben’s face appeared on the screen.

“Oh! Honey! You’re on TV!”

Ben chuckled, putting away the last plate before walking inside the living room to join you. Indeed, his face was on the screen; a shaven, much younger version of himself.

“Oh, it’s Narnia,” he said with a fond smile on his lips as some of his friends appeared on the screen as well.

He sat by your side on the sofa and immediately snuggled against you, rolling his eyes as you whistled when he was on the screen again, playfully catcalling him.

“My… my… look at this handsome guy, right there!” you teased, pinching his side, and Ben couldn’t help but blush.

“Not bad, huh? Is he your type?” he asked, playing along, the red reaching the tip of his ears.

He tried hard to refrain a grin, but he couldn’t.

“Definitely! He looks a little like my fiancé, you see?”

“Oh, I see…”

You both exploded with laughter, unable to keep a straight face for much longer.

“You are definitely my type,” you went on. “God… even then, I had a crush on you!”

Ben frowned, looking at you questioningly.

“What do you mean?”

He squeezed your thigh, the feeling of your body against him reassuring.

“Well… even as Caspian, I had a crush on you.”

“When?”

His frown deepened, and he couldn’t help the way his heart sped up all of a sudden. Because… you couldn’t be meaning that. You didn’t know who he was when you met…

“I mean that when I watched Narnia for the first time, I had a crush on Caspian. So… on you… kind of.”

“But when did you watch it?”

“When it came out! I went to see these movies with some friends at the time.”

You seemed puzzled by his reaction, and perhaps it was normal for you to do so. You frowned, the small crease forming across your brow. And perhaps it was but logical for you to react like that, but Ben didn’t think so. Instead, he merely stared at you, frowning hard, almost glaring, his jaw clenched tight, all of a sudden…

“What?” you asked, even more taken aback as Ben sat up, letting go of you completely.

You knew him before you met. You knew who he was that day, in the supermarket, and during your first date and…

You had a crush on him already? What… if you knew who he was then… had you ever been interested in him back then? That rainy afternoon when you bumped so hard into him in this supermarket he fell over?

He couldn’t control the way his heart was racing, the growing feeling that was crushing his chest more and more. This feeling, so painful, of… betrayal…

“Ben? What’s wrong, honey?”

He got up at the sound of the nickname.

Was it real? From the beginning? And why had you not told him you knew who he was? What was your plan? Were you… were you lying about the two of you?

“You’ve never told me,” he spoke at last, voice low and shaking with an anger he struggled to control.

You shrugged; and Ben hated you for it. Because everything was crumbling around him, his mind was spiralling, and you were… shrugging?

“What about it? I love these movies. Haven’t watched them in ages, though…”

“When we met… when we went on our first date, you never told me you knew who I was.”

You frowned hard, failing to understand why he seemed angry now, why his voice was so low, a rumble of upcoming thunder.

“I didn’t recognize you at first,” you admitted. “Not in the supermarket. Not before you told me your full name, and that you were an actor.”

“That was on our first date! Why didn’t you tell me then?”

But again, you shrugged, at a loss for words. And he could see it in your eyes: that you didn’t understand what was happening, why he was mad, what you had done wrong.

Ben tried to take a few deep breaths, in an attempt to slow down his pounding heart and to clear his head. But it didn’t work well…

“What does it matter, anyway?” you asked, and Ben scoffed in response, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“You should have told me…”

“Why? It was ages ago… who cares?”

“I care!” he replied, raising his voice, the announced storm finally reaching the surface, making the air heavy and filled with electricity.

“I don’t understand,” you admitted, keeping your voice low and calm, but it didn’t soothe Ben’s anger.

“I thought… You said you hadn’t watched anything I was in. You lied!”

“I didn’t lie! At the time, you had just finished working on the Punisher, and I hadn’t watched that.”

Four years… that was too long ago, he couldn’t remember the exact words that were spoken. And perhaps you were right. Perhaps you had never claimed to have never watched anything he had been in but were only unaware of the project he was working on at the time. Perhaps he had been the one distorting your words a little. But it didn’t matter. Ben was still angry, even if he might be in the wrong.

Because it meant that… how could he trust you now? How could he know that you were the one? That he he was enough?

“Did you go on a date with me because I’m an actor?”

It was your turn to be hurt, he read it in your eyes.

“What?”

“Did you accept to go on a date with me only because I’m an actor? Just for the clout?”

“How dare you!” you protested, standing up as well, hurt mingling now with anger. “Of course not! Who do you think I am?”

“I don’t know… I’m not sure to know that anymore…”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you went on a date with me, and then became my girlfriend because you… not because of the fame, or the money or…”

“Of course, I didn’t! What’s next, you’re gonna call me a whore and claim I only slept with you for money? I don’t need your money, and I never have!”

“I didn’t say that…”

“You’d better not! Besides, let’s bring your ego down a notch, because you might be talented, but you’re not a superstar either, Ben.”

“No need to be mean.”

“You’re basically saying I’ve slept with you for money! How is that not insulting?”

But Ben was less and less convincing at hiding his hurt behind his anger. Because there were tears at the corners of his angry gaze, and a shakiness in his voice due to a tightened throat; and if he clenched his jaw and fists now, it was to hide the fear that crept within his heart.

Because if you had fantasized on this person he wasn’t… was it what you saw in him? Was it what you saw at the beginning, at least?

Because he thought that he was enough, but then again… was he? Had you fallen in love with him or with the image of him you already liked?

“What about the fantasy of it then? What about that crush on someone I’m not?” he spat, holding onto the rage to hide the fragility he longed to forget.

“What are you even talking about?”

“Was I a fantasy to you?”

“What?!”

“You heard me.”

“What do you mean ‘a fantasy’?”

“Well, I don’t know… Apparently you had a crush on me before we even met! Or, to be more precise, you had a crush on someone I am not.”

He expected you to keep your voice high, maybe to raise your voice even more. But you didn’t. Instead, he was taken aback as you visibly relaxed, as your gaze softened, as you heaved a sigh.

“Ben… what’s wrong? For real?”

“I told you what was wrong! You lied, and now… I don’t even know if this is real anymore. Us. Our whole relationship… we were supposed to get married!”

“Were?”

“I don’t know anymore.”

But he regretted these words as soon as they passed his lips. Because despite his stupid doubts, he loved you with all his heart. You were the one, he knew it.

Why was he pushing you away like this, then?

But you didn’t fall for it, didn’t follow him down this path of anger he was opening for you. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly, and he was so taken aback that he didn’t protest, nor moved away.

“I love you,” you said, your voice soothing again, warm and reassuring, your natural tone. “I love you more than anything. And this has nothing to do with your job, or with whether or not I liked Caspian years ago. I fell in love with you on our seventh date when you got us lost on our way to the beach because you have no sense of direction whatsoever.”

He rolled his eyes, but you weren’t fooled. You could feel the muscles of his back relaxing under your hands.

“I love you, Ben. You know I do. So… what is this all about?”

He shrugged, looking away so you wouldn’t see that he was holding back tears.

How could he say it? That he was terrified all over again that one day you would change your mind. That one day, you wouldn’t think as him being enough…

Because it happened before, but you didn’t really know that. It happened, over and over again. Because people expected him to be someone else, and they fell for his public image at first, for a fictional character, and then they woke up next to him and they just… disappeared. Because disappointment always drove people away.

But this time around, it was different. You were different. You made him feel so safe, so confident, so loved… if you turned up to dismiss him just like the others, Ben wasn’t certain he would be able to overcome it this time around.

But he couldn’t tell you that.

It was okay, though, he didn’t really have to. You read it in his eyes when you caught his gaze for a second before he could look away once more, you noticed it in his clenched jaw and the slight shaking of his hands, you saw it in the fear that he tried to hide still but was painted in every crinkle of his handsome face.

“There’s no need to push me away,” you spoke in the softest voice, and he felt safe all over again. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving. I’m happy with you. And I don’t care about anything but being with you. With the real you. The one waking up way too early on Sundays, and who gets lost everywhere he goes, and always has to make lists for everything, and sings all the time, and cuddles me every morning, and worries about our tickets way too much when we leave for a vacation and… You. Just you. I just want to be with you, Ben. Everything else doesn’t matter. Okay? Do you understand? I don’t need anything more, as long as I can spend my life loving you.”

You could have gone on, but Ben suddenly wrapped his arms around you as well, finally reciprocating your gesture, and he held you tightly, so tightly you could hardly breathe, but you didn’t mind.

You heard him sniffing as he buried his face into your hair, breathed deeply the sweet scent of your shampoo.

He was being ridiculous… this was ridiculous… You were right. You loved him. And he loved you… God, he loved you so damn much, it physically hurt…

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, trying to calm down, anger slowly being replaced by this sense of fragility he was desperate to avoid. “I didn’t… I’m sorry. It was pretty ridiculous, right?”

“It’s okay.”

“I… I guess I had a little… insecurity crisis for a moment.”

“Yeah, I got that. I don’t really understand why though.”

“It’s just… I’m afraid sometimes that people don’t like me as much as they like the idea they have of me. Do you understand?”

Slowly, you nodded, he felt your head moving against his cheek and shoulder.

“I see. But I don’t care about that. I love you for who you are.”

It was his time to nod.

“It’s just… I’m worried sometimes that one day you’ll realize I’m just me, nothing more. And that… I’m not… that I can’t get you more than that. More than me.”

“But you’re everything I need, Ben. You’re enough. You’re so much more than enough, actually.”

Finally, he smiled, grinned even, you felt the gesture against your skin as he pressed his lips to your temple.

“I feel very stupid. I’m sorry,” he apologized in a whisper.

“It’s alright.”

“Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not. I think you could have handled that better, but it’s okay. Do you still want to watch a movie with me?”

He chuckled, pulling away just enough to gently hold your face in both his hands, and kiss you for a rather long time. If any trace of anger had remained in your heart, it was fully gone after this loving gesture.

He offered you a grateful smile when you finally opened your eyes again.

“I will always want to watch movies with you, my love. Even when I act like an idiot.”

***************************************

Taglist: @reg-arcturus-black @wolfmoonmusic

[rinzler-smoocher]

There was no need to read between the lines.

Flint and Tron had long ago forgone hiding anything from one another, so there was no subtext needed here. Flint had all too easily read through Tron's mismatched gaze and understood with perfect clarity the pain his reappearance in the Grid brought with all his love and misery, tied into one.

"You need to go back," Tron said again, his voice cracking, now unable to stop his guard from crumbling down when he was wrapped back in Flint's warm embrace. I love you, I've missed you, please, I need you. "This isn't the old Grid. It isn't home anymore. This place has become a living hell - your world is safer than anything I could ever provide for you."

Flint squeezed onto the program, having missed the way how Tron's strong form could fit so perfectly against his own body and that delightful, electric feeling that zinged through his veins whenever Tron and he were close to one another. The bond between user and program - he assumed it had to have been - was welcoming and loving more than anything he had ever known.

Without a doubt, here and now, Flint was home.

"Screw this awful place! It's you. You're my home, Tron. I can't and I won't leave you," Flint stated, his voice sure and serious as he allowed Tron to melt in his embrace. "I'm here to stay. We'll figure this out."

Tron sighed, his voice trembling as Flint's hand gently caressed around the injury of his damaged cheek, carefully keeping away from the jagged pixels of flesh left hanging on to dear life around the scar's edge. Flint's eyes watered traitorously as he realized just how badly his other half was hurting. Tron could take the very worst hits that would flatten a lesser program, and he could brush them off with ease. So, for Tron to be in such pain, it was only too clear how terribly he was suffering in his current condition.

"Flint, I'm not... I'm not worth saving anymore," Tron relented. His voice was harsh as he allowed himself to stop being the mythical hero everyone needed him to be for once. "Forget me and get out while you still can. There are so many innocent programs still out there that need help, and I'll be derezzed to pieces protecting them if that's what it takes."

"Tron, no, I would never leave you like this." Flint fought back from allowing himself to crumble inside, especially when he needed to be stronger than ever for his beloved other half. "Don't even worry about me. You've looked out for me and protected me through so much. It's high time I get to return the favor and take care of you, and we help the Grid and all these innocent programs together. And, God help me, if I ever cross paths with Clu or Dyson, they'll live to regret everything they've done to you."

Tron shifted, pulling himself upright and out of Flint's hold, smiling sadly as he regarded his sweet user.

"I've missed your fire so much. There's no stopping you, even if I could try, huh?"

"You know it," Flint chuckled, lovingly brushing the stray hair out of Tron's face, away from obscuring his unseeing eye. "Anyway, Clu knows I'm here. There's no hiding it. He'll be coming after me eventually. In the meantime, I'm going to help you - there's no arguing against me there."

Tron pulled Flint into another tight, needy hug. The user tucked his face into the crook of his program's neck, smiling uncontrollably as his eyes blurred over in happy tears. Tron could barely hold back a smile, burrying his nose into Flint's bright hair. He sighed before breathing in that delectable clean scent he was certain he'd never experience again.

...

Beck did his best to not listen and to not let his eyes stray to his mentor and the user, but he couldn't help when he returned from his training sim and walked in the room to see Tron looking more fragile than ever, with the user pressed to his side and guiding the broken hero back to his healing chamber.

Beck ran over to help at once and tucked himself under Tron's opposite side, taking some of his weight off of Flint's shoulders.

"Thank you," Tron winced, still clearly having a hard time reverting to the cold, hard exterior Beck had become so familiar with. "I don't know what I'd do without this foolish beta helping me all this time."

Flint smiled over to Beck from the other side of Tron's chest. "He's a great kid, I can already see that."

Beck smirked. Though appearances could be deceiving, the user looked to be about his own age. But, right now, seeing how tightly knit the bond between the program and his user was, it made Beck feel a bit like a child staring up at his parents.

The two carefully hoisted Tron into his chamber, but before he could be pulled under the warm light, the hero program scrambled to take ahold of Flint's hand.

"Flint, wait!" He groaned with effort, pulling himself out of the glinting curtain of light that would stop his own programming from tearing at the seams.

The user drew closer to Tron, gently resting his own hand on top of Tron's, fully at attention for his program. "Yeah?"

"Please," Tron huffed out a weak laugh. "As much as it hurts me to see you here, please don't leave me. Not just yet. There's so much I still need to tell you."

Beck watched on, his eyes wide in awe as Flint lifted Tron's hand and pressed a tender kiss to the top of his mentor's knuckles. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll see you when you're back on your feet and we'll talk then."

"Do you promise?" Tron smiled, wincing in sore, terrible pain as he drew Flint's hand up to his face so he could return the favor and lay a gentle kiss on the crest of Flint's knuckles, too.

"I promise," Flint responded at once. He pulled Tron into one last tight hug. Beck turned away, unsure if it was right for him to watch this exchange between user and program.

Before he knew it, Tron was already deep at rest in the chamber again, his code temporarily halted in progress from being shredded to pieces. Flint stood just outside of it, staring in at his hero in heartbroken misery.

"Are you ok?" Beck asked, slowly approaching the user from the side.

"I will be." Flint rubbed at his eyes before stepping away and walking to stare out of the massive windows surrounding the room. "We all will be," he said, this time with far more conviction in his words now that he was away from Tron and seeing the terrible shape he was in.

"And you're," Beck swallowed nervously, trying to find the best way to broach the topic at hand. "You're really staying here? By choice?"

"I am. Besides, I -," Flint said, his tone lower than usual, as he was unsure of how much Tron would be able to hear even while deep at sleep in his healing chamber. "I don't think I can go back to my world, even if I wanted to."

"Why not?" Beck asked, watching curiously on while Flint looked back and forth between his program and the bright-eyed beta.

"Because," Flint whispered conspiratorially, leaning in closely to Beck. "I came in through a backdoor I more or less forced open... I didn't plan to return to my awful world and, even if I wanted to, I didn't code it so that I'll be able to activate the doorway to re-open from this side."

Beck blinked back in surprise.

Had this user been so crazy that he intentionally returned here to the Grid with no plans on ever going back to his own world? Beck glanced over to where Tron was nearly wilted over in his frozen state within the chamber. How close could a user and program be that Flint would be willing to do this to himself for Tron?

"You know he isn't going to like that," Beck murmered, rubbing his hand along the back of his head. "Tron's going to be -"

"Pissed? Yeah, that'd be the understatement of the year." Flint huffed out a brusque laugh. "But, it was my choice to do this and come here. There's no going back now. I'm here to stay."

"Wow," Beck let out a breath in surprise. "Leaving your world behind to be here? That's... that's a pretty huge sacrifice to make. Why would you do that to yourself?"

Flint raised an eyebrow at the beta, smirking as he looked down at Beck's chest, eyeing the T icon he wore on his Renegade suit. "Why I would do something so big, like forget myself and put myself aside to help someone else, like the greater good? I wonder if you'd understand."

Beck flushed, his cheeks turning blue as he looked down and realized what Flint had meant. With him having taken up the mantle of the Renegade, there was no debate here. "Right, I guess I really can't argue with that."

"I'm going to help you and we're going to help Tron, but you can't tell him that I'm here to stay." Flint responded, extending his open hand Beck's way. "It's gotta be our secret, ok?"

Flint looked much younger than what Beck had ever assumed Tron's user might appear, but still... Beck couldn't help but appreciate how intense he seemed behind those big brown eyes. He wasn't all talk - just getting to this point at Tron's base and surviving Clu's wrath after Flint stumbled directly into a major security point proved that - and he was here to stay. He might've been a brand new ally on Beck's side, but if Tron trusted him this much, Beck was certain he could trust and believe in the user, too.

Beck nodded, smiling determinedly as he took Flint's hand in his own, shaking it sharply. "You've got it - I'm on your side."

Ok, thinking now abouttttt if somehow Flint broke back into the Grid and interacted with Uprising Tron & like. How that would even go down...

Uprising!Tron is so absolutely intense & like he has attempted to turn off his emotions & he acts cold and harsh since the terrible reality of his existence in Clu's Grid is his life.

Adding in Flint among all of that... like, how would that even go??

Tron would likely be upset and distraught for Flint being added into the fray, but how else while he's already damaged goods be able to protect another he loves without risking derezzing for his own user?

Would he even be happy to see Flint? Is he capable of doing so when in such a poor mental headpace??? Would he be able to even allow himself to advance in his affections for his user?

I dunno I dunno I dunno...

[p0orbaby]

celebrating the twins first birthday!!!

make it fluffy or else 🤺 (affectionately)

First Birthday

a/n: not super happy with this but it’s cute so here you go

warnings: slightly suggestive, pregnancy, mention of things that come with toddlers i.e. spit up, diapers etc

word count: 910

-

You had been waiting for today since the twins were born. Well perhaps not the whole three hundred and sixty five days under the circumstances, but pretty damn close.

Wanda and you had gone all out. Balloons, banners, cake, too many presents. Anything and everything that was fit for a toddlers birthday party. You’d even convinced your wife to hire out a traveling petting zoo. ‘It will be good for them. You know, so they can touch the fur and feathers, be tactile’ you’d said, never once looking Wanda in the eyes as you spoke. She didn’t need to think that hard to figure out who the petting zoo was actually for.

And the fun had only just begun when you went to collect them from their cribs. Their toothy smiles and contagiously giggles set the mood for the rest of the day.

Breakfast pancakes in their high chairs turned into a laughter induced food fight that you would normally tut over. But today was different. Today they could do whatever they like and your response would be to pull your phone out the back pocket of your jeans and snap a picture. Their mischief captured forever in pixel form.

“Looks like you two are going to have to have a birthday bath before everyone gets here” you told the twins as you wiped their syrupy fingers with a wet cloth. “Maybe even a short nap after so me and your mommy can freshen up together too”

“Don’t say stuff like that in front of the boys, Y/N” Wanda scolded as she moves around you, sweeping and mopping the floor clean of cooled waffle.

“You can’t understand me can you?” Two sets of wide eyes stared up at you in oblivious amazement. “I thought as much. Now up we get, it may be your birthday but I’ve got some unwrapping to do myself”

Wanda chuckled and shook her head as she watched you peer over your shoulder, winking whilst hoisting the boys expertly onto your hips.

-

“And who thought goats in the backyard would be a good idea?”

“My wife, apparently. It’s going great. Billy got scared of the chickens and Tommy almost ate something off the floor I’m certain wasn’t chocolate chips”

“Well Y/N sure is getting your money's worth”

Natasha and Wanda both looked towards you. Finding you crouched ungracefully down with your fingers expertly working at a spot behind a lambs ear.

“You’ve got all this to look forward to now though”

“What? Having my husband on his hands and knees whilst knuckle deep in animal fur?”

“No! I mean birthday parties, diapers, tantrums, teething. All the fun stuff”

Natasha just groaned at the thought of all of that and more to come.

“You could’ve told me some good things, Wanda. Help a pregnant girl out”

“I won’t need to tell you” Wanda prompted Natasha to look back over to your direction with a tilt of her head. And the sight they found made both women weak at the knees.

You had Tommy standing on wobbly legs as you held him up enough so he could have a feel of what looked to be a gecko. A loud laugh leaving his lips every time he touched its scaly skin. A wide smile adorning your own features as you looked at your son in awe. Then there was Bucky a few feet away. He had Tommy on his hip as he watched the boy poke at bubbles floating over to them from the bubble machine Morgan so graciously donated for the occasion.

“See, there are a lot of good things that come with being a parent, you just need to look past the poop and the vomit and the crying”

Natahs hummed appreciatively as she watched her husband interact with one half of his godson duo. She couldn’t help but feel butterflies in her stomach whenever she imagined him holding their child in a few months time.

And just like that, the peace of their secret observations were squandered as you came bounding over. Child in arm and being followed by hoards of children and childlike adults, demanding cake.

“It’s not me that asked for it” was your response to Wanda’s lifted brows. “It’s the kids, I bet even baby Barnes wants cake. Right Nat?”

“Your wife is right, I’m afraid. She’s been kicking as soon as I smelt it when we arrived”

“She?” You asked. Excitement laced in your voice. “You guys found out already!”

Bucky chimed in “Mhm, last week”. His free hand splayed across his wife’s stomach, as proud as can be.

“You’re gonna get the runaround Buck. A little girl with Nats looks? Oof you’ll be batting everyone away. Might even have to keep the twins on reigns”

“Nope, she won’t be dating. Never ever”

“You say that now but you’ll never be able to say no to her. Trust me. I’ve tried with these two”

“Babe, they can’t even speak yet. Now is the best time to say no because they can’t answer back”

“Don’t listen to her Billy. Your mother doesn’t have a clue what she’s talking about”

As you walked off, Wanda could definitely hear you muttering something under your breath. Nothing bad she was sure, but she would have fun coaxing out of you later. Later, after the twins are asleep and their first birthday down in the history books as being a success.

[peachsugarr]

REQUEST 1#:

A/N: this request is for my mutual @qt-isa, who i know irl! (they're also a fugitive who's hiding from the pigs in texas for a myriad of crimes: here's a news report all about it) all relationships are platonic, but you could probably read some bunny out of this if you wanted to, please enjoy!

𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔧𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔥𝔠𝔰!! ☆彡

marj isn’t out to her parents yet (and probably never will be; that is suicide) so she changes her outfits depending on who she’s with

not ideal, but much better on her mental health than she was doing before

can’t really grow her hair out super long, so she uses a assortment of wigs and a knowledge of hairstyles that she can do

she loves using fairy tinsel in her hair, something she learned from babysitting karen

her favorite colors are baby blue, light pink, and lilac

she dots her i’s with hearts

she loves wearing tulle skirts and oversized sweaters 

she loves dresses and skirts in general, especially if they’re fun to twirl in

typically wears her regular shoes everywhere, but she would wear ballet shoes and kitten heels if given the chance 

as for how the main 4 feel;

STAN: has kind of a kinship towards her, as he is questioning gender himself 

but he doesn’t really treat marj any differently than he did before

KYLE: is somewhat confused and does require some explaining of what being transgender actually means (as he doesn’t have the best experience with trans issue what)

grows to hate misgendering though

CARTMAN: he does make fun and misgender marjorine sometimes

not solely because he’s transphobic but because he does that to everyone

he’s noticeably uncomfortable with her at first, but after kyle gave him a verbal lashing, he got over that, or at least doesn’t disclose it anymore 

he will still pretend to be “world’s best trans ally” when it benefits him, which pisses off Kyle to no degree

KENNY: he doesn’t really care how marjorine identifies

labels aren’t really a thing he uses and while he doesn’t have a full grasp of everything, he still refers to marjorine as a girl

is willing to kick someone’s ass if they give her a tough time

he feels like it’s none of anyone’s business and that it doesn’t matter what others feel and think, as long as she’s happy with herself

marjorine still plays hello kitty adventure, even though she’s leveled to the max and she’s done everything that one can possibly do in the game

it’s just fun for her to tend to her little pixel garden

she grows more spine over the years

you kinda have to when you’re a visible minority in a town like south park

the scar caused by the ninja star in her eye has faded in time, but it’s still pretty noticeable

she used to cover it up with foundation when she was younger, but now is proud to enhance it with eyeshadow

she has a glass eye from the experience that she’ll sometimes put stickers on

is a huge fan of stickers and glitter and uses them whenever she can

this gets slightly annoying with stan’s gang but they can’t really do anything 

overall, marjorine is a lot happier with her life than she was in 4th grade. 

it isn’t prefect yet, but it’s as close as it can be, and that’s good enough for her

A/N: this is the first time i’ve actually wrote down my headcanons in a coherent list and it was a really fun process! i apologize if it’s not as great as it could be, but I feel like I will get better with practice. feel free to leave me constructive criticism in the tags/comments, I appreciate anything you can give, as it only help me in the future.

as always, if you have any headcanon/fanfic prompts (especially ones pertaining to style!) you want me to write about, feel free to send them over! as long as they follow the master list’s guidelines, i’d be happy to oblige!

take care!

-filia

[zv5x]

What if reader was really obsessed with Senpai, [like they played his game everyday whenever they can, literally memorizing all the choices and reactions, all that jazz] And they found a way into the game?? Basically yan!reader x Senpai

Also idk if these are taken but could i please be 🥀 or 💐 anon?? Tyssm!!

You can most definitely have those Anons! Either one you want since they're both open! Also omg??? I absolutely love this consept!! Thanks so much for requesting it! Remember to stay safe and take care of yourself!

( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

You hummed, gently tracing a finger across your television screen as the familiar menu music played oh-so beautifully. It was truly the peak of music in your eyes, not that it had any right to be anything but however. What would you do if the game that inhabited your beloved soulmate was anything but remarkable? It would be nothing short of blasphemy, that was to be for certain.

Under any other circumstance, you'd be turning this game on simply to see the man that made your entire universe go round. To just talk to him, read those dialogue screens with the same amount of interest you had before you memorized everything the absolute angel had to say, to just be in his presence for as long as you could. Every second you spent around him made your world feel a little bit purer, he made everything feel like it was going to be okay.

Today, however, marked the day that you would be the one giving to him, instead of just he giving everything he could to you. It broke your heart that you couldn't do anything to repay Senpai for his kindness, almost as much as it broke your heart when you forced yourself to obtain a negative game ending for curiosities sake. Your body fell under a deep, agonizing sickness every time you even pondered about whether or not Senpai realize how truly adored he was. That is why you did everything in your power to make sure you could show your love to him.

You went through every library in your area and even beyond that reading various literature pieces regarding dimensional travel, as you assumed that is what it would take to finally be with him physically in his very world. By the time a few days passed, you considered yourself a master of the subject.

Your once clean desk was now cluttered and messy as you went over a final draft for your plans. It was simple, really, to simple. It was quite inconvenient that you only had to rely on books that were written before video games were even established on the consumer market, but it would have to do. Search engines were deemed unreliable from the minute you began doing your research on them - believing that you were intending to enter the video game industry rather than physically entering the universe of a certain title.

Eventually, you stood in front of Senpai with grand confidence, and with a promise to fufil. Soon, you'd be within his physical reach. He was smiling at you, saying words of such love and adoration, as if he was breaking through the bounds of the games script just to praise you for your hard work. Within the next hour, you'd have paid your debt to your beloved. His hard work and determination to make this relationship work would finally be appreciated by his one true love.

Giving the pixelated figure a gentle kiss, you laid back on the floor and relaxed your entire body, thinking solely of who you were trying to meet and exactly what you wanted to accomplish. You remembered reading in one of your covered books that the main method of dimensional travel was complete detachment from your physical self in this reality. Of course, your fears of not being able to meet Sen were immediately eased, considering you felt you have long mastered the art of depersonalization.

Soon, you felt yourself grow tired. Maybe that was a sign everything was falling in to place, or maybe it was just your lack of proper sleep catching up to you the moment it saw the opportunity. You hoped the second reason wasn't the case, and you quickly focused your thoughts back onto your goals as everything faded into a calming black.

You truly had no way of knowing how long you were out for, but what you did know was that the climate felt noticably different from your room. The air felt pure, clean and just the perfect amount of coldness to make breathing a genuinely enjoyable necessity. As soon as your eyes opened, you were met with a figure standing closely in front of your face. Upon waking up just for a few more seconds, your eyes quickly widened and your heart began to pound in an extremely fast paced rythem. It was him. It was your cherished, beloved Senpai.

"Ah, there you are!" He sighed in relif, gently patting your head as he gave you a reassuring smile. "I thought you'd never wake up, I was so worried!"

"Sen-Senpai?!" You immediately sat up, prompting him to give you a soft laugh as he sat you back down into a more relaxed position. He hummed and nodded his head, looking at you with a look of such elegant care that it made your heart completely swell.

"I appreciate you being so happy to see me dear, but I can't have you moving too much after you just woke up. It must have been a nasty fall for you to be out for so long..." He gave you a slight pout, and you stared at him for a moment whist blinking.

For some reason, he didn't seem as...happy to see you as you would have expected. You wanted to feel a form of disappointment, but everything had its reason, and you had to ask Senpai before making assumptions.

"Sen...do you know who I am?"

You asked, and all he did was tilt his head. "Well, no, I assumed you were a new student at first..." He gave a nervous giggle, before rubbing the back of his neck. "Have we...met before...?"

Your heart sunk. He didn't...he didn't remember you? No, that couldn't have been the case. The love the two of you felt was too strong for him to just forget. Maybe something needed to just jog his memory.

"M-my name is (Y/N), I told you my name was (N/N), we spent entire days together, I got all of your games endings, we've been through so much together Sen! Please, try and remember!" The desperation in your voice was as clear as day, and even Senpai felt it. He looked down for a moment, trying to throw your name through every inch of his mind. Until, he hit a mark.

All those times he spent with you, the good, the bad, everything you gave to him and everything you did for him. It was you! His player, his (Y/N)! Suddenly, you saw his eyes brighten and tears prick his pretty blue eyes. Letting out a choked gasp of pure bliss, he threw himself into your arms and pressed his forehead lovingly against yours. Of course, you immediately wrapped your arms around his perfect form, peppering him with as many kisses as you could manage and moving your arms up to be able to run your fingers through his hair. It was just as soft as his game sprites made it look. Absolutely perfection. You knew you had no reason to worry, you just needed to jog Senpai's memory a bit. After all, how could he forget the love of his life?

"I-I can't believe I'm finally able to meet you, (Y/N)..." He said, his normally perfectly silky voice trembling with euphoria. "Please...never leave me..." A soft sniffle could be heard as he nuzzled his head into you and completely laid himself onto you, and you promptly gripped him as tightly as you could without bringing him harm.

"Don't you worry, Senpai..."

You said, leaning back slightly to be able to look him in his pretty eyes. You made him a promise from the moment you saw him, and you could never even think of letting a person as pure and perfect as Senpai down.

"I'll be by your side forever." Kissing him gently on the top of his head, you smiled and rested your cheek upon it. "I wouldn't dare let anything tear us apart."

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 7)

a/n: aaand part 7 is finally here! however i want to warn yall that we are nearing the end of NHIE, im planning on having one more part and i don’t think it’ll be any longer, so enjoy while it lasts! lmao as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 5.7k

warning: some slight violence? it’s the good kind, you’ll see lmao

SERIES MASTERPOST

masterlist

Sitting in your trailer you stare down at your phone longingly, rereading Harry’s last text.

“Miss you, hope everything is alright. Facetime when you’re free?”

You hate how your chest is aching at such a small and sweet thing. If you had the chance, you’d run into Harry’s arms without a second thought, but you are stuck in Atlanta while he is currently back in LA, feeling farther away than ever, in every sense.

It’s been three weeks since you left the city and parted ways with Harry. You hated it. You absolutely hated how he was looking at you and how you was about to cry in his fucking Range Rover as he was dropping you off at the airport. You tried to make it quick so you don’t get too caught up in the moment, but the moment he kissed you, it was over for you. For a split second you were ready to cancel on the whole movie and just stick with the plans you made before you got the role, but that wasn’t really an option.

Since that day, Harry has been very respectful of your will to keep some distance, he always checks in before trying to call to make sure you have time, he doesn’t text you about the most random things like he used to, maybe because you both are so busy, you basically live on set while he has left for his tour exactly a week ago, and you can tell he is trying his best to never even mention Levi.

The news that you’d have to work with your ex came as a punch in your stomach. Taiki contacted you himself to talk to you about his choice to include Levi in the movie. He has informed you that they all agreed on him at the end of the casting process, but he wanted to make sure it’s okay by you as well. What would have you said? You wouldn’t just start off a project with getting someone out of the movie before filming even started. You had no choice but to suck it up and say that it’s all fine.

Now you are stuck to see him almost every day and spend your free time with him as well since he is always the first one to show up when a little group of the cast is out and about. He has always been such a social butterfly, though now you wish he would just lock himself up in his hotel room and not show up until he is needed on set.

Levi has been trying. He’s been pushing on your nerves, always coming up to chit-chat, like there’s nothing weird or absurd about the situation, but there’s plenty. Seeing that the last time you two saw each other you threw a book at him and he threatened you to sue you if you dare to even say his name ever again. Your breakup was the definition of nasty while the rest of the world just noticed a quiet and uneventful parting, photos disappearing from Instagram and awkward smiles whenever either of you were asked about the other.

While you are all about being civil and professional, what he has been doing feels like he is trying to get under your skin, testing your patience with him, which is starting to run short.

For an outsider he is acting perfectly fine, even human towards you, but you know him all too well, you know all his little tricks and moves because you used to be an expert on the topic of Levi Hudson.

Huffing to yourself you get back to the text and type a quick reply.

“Still on set, I have two more scenes to film. Will text you when I’m back at the hotel xx”

You wish you could call him right away, you wish he was here with you and you wish you didn’t have to go back to set and face Levi once again. You really thought you’d get entirely consumed by work once filming starts and run short on time and energy to even think about Harry, but it hasn’t been the case. He is all you can think about, you always catch yourself wondering what he is doing, how his day has been or if he is thinking about you too. You cling onto your phone the moment they yell Cut! and frantically check if he has texted you. It’s taking a toll on you and you can only hope you’ll last until the movie is wrapped and you can finally join him on tour, just like you planned.

“Hey there,” Maya steps out of her own trailer when you turn the corner and she catches up with you quickly. “Wha’s up?”

“Just plotting how I can leave early,” you huff, making her laugh. You’ve become the closest to her, you right away bonded when you met at the table read and she caught you grimacing behind Levi’s back when you thought no one was looking. She came up and simply told you she doesn’t like him for literal no reason, he just has a punchable face and an alliance was formed right then and there.

“Oh Honey, let me know when you figured it out,” she chuckles, circling an arm around your shoulders as you both make your way to the set laughing.

Trying your best, you focus fully on the job on hand so you can leave as soon as possible, call Harry and go to bed. Today has been way longer than you would have liked and you just need to get away from set, despite how much you enjoy filming in general. Sometime during the taping Harry texts you that he is free whenever you are and will be waiting for your call and it just makes you even keener on leaving.

When filming is finally finished, you find yourself storm out faster than ever, already ringing up Harry as you are walking back towards your trailer. When he answers the call, his smiley face fills the screen and you feel your heart flutter in your chest.

“Hey! Done for the day?” he asks, seemingly eating something as he talks.

“Luckily,” you breathe out. “What are you eating?”

A blush appears on his pixelated face as he glances down and grabs his bowl, showing it into the camera. He is eating your pesto pasta recipe.

“I had a strong craving for it,” he shyly tells. “It’s not as good as yours though.”

“There’s nothing to do different about it, H,” you chuckle.

“I know, but it’s different when you make it,” he smiles and his words warm your chest. Just as you are about to tease him about being so corny, you hear your name being called out. Turning around you see Levi jogging towards you.

“Here we fucking go,” you mumble, not ending the call with Harry who is a little confused about the situation since he can’t see the intruder in your conversation.

“Are you heading back to the hotel?” he asks, catching up with you.

“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on sleeping in my trailer,” you answer with a frown.

“Wanna share a car?”

“Why would I?” you simply ask.

“What’s with the attitude, Y/N?” he scoffs as if he was an angel and deserved all the respect on earth.

“Why do you keep coming up to me?”

“Because I’m trying to be nice!” he snaps, but it’s all for the wrong reason. You don’t buy this shit, nice is the last thing he is trying to be and you know that for sure.

“No, you keep getting on my nerves and you know that! We don’t have to interact outside of set and I want to keep it that way, Levi!”

“Now you are being a bitch, Y/N.”

“Excuse you?” Harry’s voice is coming from your phone’s speaker and you suddenly realize that he is still there, listening to the conversation. You glance down at the screen and see his now angry expression on it.

“Who’s that?” Levi nods towards the phone with a frown, but then realization must hit him. “Is that Harry Styles you’re talking to?”

“None of your fucking business, Levi. And leave me the fuck alone.” Turning around you start marching back to your trailer that’s now so close, but once again, his voice stops you.

“You’re making a fool out of yourself, Y/N!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you snap back at him, one hand already on the door handle of your trailer, the other one holding your phone.

“If you think he wants more than just a good fuck and some publicity out of you, you’re delusional.”

“Fuck you, Levi!” you flip him off before walking into the trailer and shutting the door behind you.

With your back against the door you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, fighting with yourself not to go back out and kick him in the stomach. This is how it has been, he starts acting all nice, pretending like he is the good buy, but when he doesn’t get the reaction he wants, he is quick to show his real, asshole self he keeps hidden.

“Angel? You alright?” Harry’s voice brings you back from your thoughts and once again, you realize that he is still in call, staring from the screen with a worried expression on his handsome face.

Taking another deep breath you bring the phone up so he can finally see your face.

“Sorry you had to hear all of that,” you mumble, feeling way more tired than you were just a few minutes ago.

“Don’t apologize, it’s none of your fault. But I gotta ask, has he been this big of a dick since the start?”

“Kind of,” you sigh, walking further inside. You put the phone to the little vanity, propping it up against the mirror as you start washing your makeup off.

“Have you tried doing something against it? You really shouldn’t let him treat you like that.”

“I’m not trying to be the whiny star who gets someone kicked out. I don’t know what others would think if I told Levi is being a jerk to me, because he is fine with everyone else. Maya is the only one who knows about it, so I’m kind of stuck.”

“Then just punch him,” he suggests making you laugh.

“I wish I could.”

“Want to talk about it? I would love to listen to you talk about how big of a dick your ex is and about your hatred towards him,” he tells you, way too excited about the topic and it makes you chuckle.

“Let’s not talk about him, I get enough of him all day. But not enough of you.”

It just slips out, way too cheesy than you intended it to be, but it makes him smile so you don’t mind it.

“Is this your way of being casual?” he chuckles softly.

“Shut up,” you grin. “Tell me about your day while I get ready to leave.”

You listen to Harry tell you about his day in the smallest details as you clean your face, brush your hair out and change into your own clothes, finally feeling like yourself again. You’re talking even when you’re already in the car, but that’s when it ends.

“Talk tomorrow, Angel?” he murmurs, now lying in his bead, propped up against the headboard without a shirt on.

“Yeah. I’ll be off around five so just call me whenever your show is over.”

“Will do. Take care, alright? And… just hang on a little longer.”

“A little?” you huff. “There are still two more months to go.”

“You can do it. Text me whenever you want to talk, alright?” You just quietly nod, ignoring the ache in your chest. You want nothing else than to crawl into bed with him, curl up against him and never leave from under the covers.

“Good night, Angel,” he smiles sweetly.

“Night, H,” you sigh before ending the call.

An hour later you are already in your hotel room, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, lying in bed as you scroll through Instagram, aimlessly opening posts here and there. The explore page is always a mess, you like so many different things that Instagram sometimes can’t decide what to show you, but that’s just how you like it. Lately it’s been a lot of Harry on there, given the fact that you’ve often found yourself lurking photos of him when you were missing him more than the usual.

When a paparazzi photo comes up of him from yesterday, having lunch with Kendall Jenner you can’t help but feel the jealousy ignite a fire inside you. It’s not like you didn’t know they met up, he told you a week before it and even asked if you are cool with it, to which you said that you are not an official item and you’d never tell him not to see a friend, even if it happens to be an ex as well. After all, you were the last one to throw a stone at him since you are now working with yours, even if it’s a living Hell.

But after such a draining day, seeing him have a good time so far away from you with a woman who is not you, your opinion about the situation seems to be different.

You’ve never been that extremely jealous type and you are also very much aware that you have no right to feel this way, but… you do. Scrolling through the few paparazzi photos that has nothing odd on them, just the two of them sitting at a table on a terrace, enjoying their meal and then leaving in separate cars, you can’t help but tear them apart to the tiniest detail, your brain fixated to find the smallest thing that tell you that they have something more than friendship going on, when you also know damn well sure that there’s no such thing. Harry has talked to you openly about his friendship with Kendall, how they tried to make it work two times but both of them ended up the same way: they realized they are far better as just friends and that’s how they’ve been since then.

But because of the distance, your horrible days with Levi and your agonizing feelings about wanting to be with Harry but also not being able to, you find yourself letting out a silent cry as you close the app, but the pictures still haunt you.

Before you could even think twice, you are kneeling in front of the minibar you haven’t touched since you arrived, but now you’re determined to empty it out, paying extra attention to the alcoholic drinks.

You are well aware that it’s not how you should be coping with the situation on hand, but you don’t know what else to do. You were the one who told Harry not to make things official, there’s nothing you can do against the distance between the two of you and you are stuck with Levi for the rest of filming as well. You have no other choices but to somehow dumb the pain that’s been torturing you silently ever since you found out you got the role.

It’s nerve wrecking, because this role means so much to your career, you know it’s your big chance to be finally taken as seriously as you’ve always dreamed about, but does it worth it? If you lose yourself along the way and everything that’s been making you happy lately, does it still worth just to have an Oscar nomination, which is not even guaranteed, just a speculation.

It’s past one am when you run out of drinks, but because of the small portions, you are just buzzing, not really drunk. But it’s enough to make you lose your rationality and snatch your phone from the bed and open your text threat with Harry.

“I miss you. A lot, like a whole lot.”

You send the text before you could change your mind and for your biggest surprise the status changes to seen just a few moments later before the three little dots start dancing on the bottom.

“I miss you too, Angel. Everything alright?”

Harry knows you too well, you wouldn’t just text after you’ve talked on FaceTime before and you’re usually asleep by this time, since filming starts early in the morning usually.

“Do you really miss me?” you write back with a heavy sigh.

“You can’t even imagine how much…”

“Tell me. How much?”

“I’ve written three songs about you since we parted. Does that tell you how much I miss you?”

“Oh fuck!” you choke out, feeling your chest tightening. You don’t want to be in this hotel room anymore, damn the movie, Levi and the Oscar, you need Harry. Now.

“Can’t wait to hear them all.”

“There’ll be plenty more, Angel. Get ready for a whole album!”

The pictures with Kendall are long forgotten. Now you’re just lying in bed, rereading the texts over and over again until your eyelids get too heavy and you fall asleep, still clinging onto the device.

 ***

 After years of being an independent and strong woman you’ve always aspired to be, you find yourself only focusing on two men to keep your nerves stable enough to stop you from breaking down every other day: Oscar and Harry.

The possibility to win an Oscar is what you think of every time Levi is pulling on your nerves, working harder than the devil to make you burst while acting like a saint in front of everyone. His attempts of ruining your days every imaginable are getting worse as the time passes and when thinking about the Oscar doesn’t help, you reach out to Harry. You’ve felt terribly at the beginning when you kept calling him whenever you felt like screaming after an encounter with Levi, even apologized for it, but he made sure you know he doesn’t mind it, not even the tiniest bit.

“I’m happy I’m the one you come to for comfort. I like that you’re thinking about me,” he told you one night when you called him so late, but he still answered.

Today has been extra hard. Two weeks have passed since your little late night breakdown when you emptied your mini bar out and felt like leaving Atlanta as soon as possible. Luckily, the morning came with an ease, though the pain was still there, you just managed to bottle it up enough to make you keep going.

You’ve been on set since 4 in the morning, having shot some scenes during sunrise and you’ve been going since then. Now it’s four pm, you are desperate for a good sleep already, but you still have some hours to go before you can head back to the hotel.

It seems like Levi has made it his mission to make you cry today. His latest favorite thing has been throwing shade about fellow actors who end up being the talk of gossip sites because they’ve dared to go on a public date with another celebrity. So, just to be clear, he is shaming you for being all over the tabloids, people are still speculating about you and Harry and Levi doesn’t hesitate to call you out about that in a sugarcoated way.

All he has been saying all day is “I guess I’m just more careful about my privacy!” or “Everyone is different, but I like to be noticed for my professional success!” but your favorite was “I get it that women need more effort to stay relevant.”

You were shocked how no one else realized how sexist he was, but deep down you weren’t that surprised. Levi successfully brainwashed everyone to make them believe he didn’t think it seriously, when you know for a fact that even if it was just to piss you off, he really meant it. You were once one of those who couldn’t really see how wrong his beliefs are and now you can’t believe you used to ignore all these sexist comments, but now they make your palms itch.

“You know, you once were just like that. I still remember us being on the covers,” you snapped back at him before everyone left for lunch and it was just the two of you, but he just snorted, brushing it off.

“Hated it. Always felt like just a toy they like to throw around.”

You needed all your self-control not to laugh right into his face and then jump at his throat. Instead, you just watch him walk away and you are quick to fetch your phone from your bag to text Harry, but then you realize that he hasn’t texted you back in the past ten hours. Your last four messages are sitting not just unanswered but unread as well so you talk yourself down from sending another one. It’s odd, because he always tells you when he is about to be busy, but he didn’t this time and you wonder if you’ve said or did something that upset him with you enough to stop talking to you. But then you tell yourself that something must have just come up.

“Hey girl!” Maya calls out for you, already dressed in her own clothes since she is done for the day. “I’m heading out to lunch with Timmy, want to join? Please don’t say you’ll just order in and stay in your trailer!”

“Only if Levi is not coming,” you grumble making her chuckle.

“Don’t worry, it’s just gonna be cool people.”

You both take your car to the little diner close to set, you’ve been going there quite often, they have the best pancakes and that’s exactly what you need right now. Timmy is already there sitting at a booth, waving at you happily. Aside from Maya, he is the other person you’ve been quite enjoying spending time with on set, he is a genuine guy and helped you a lot professionally which was a huge boost along this rocky way.

All through lunch you notice that he’s been checking his phone a lot, but you don’t think much of it, he is a busy guy, that you’ve learned already. It’s nice to have some time away from set and you’re thankful that Maya and Timmy are trying their best to make you forget about Levi and that eventually you have to head back.

The three of you return to set about an hour later. When the both of them stick to your side and they keep asking if you are going back to your trailer, you start to suspect something.

“You guys alright?” you ask with a chuckle. “Where else would I go? I still have thirty minutes from my break.”

“Just making sure,” Timmy shrugs. “We’ll walk you there!”

“Yeah! Let us walk to your trailer!” Maya nods in agreement and you give them a glare.

“You guys are weird,” you mumble under your breath.

As the three of you reach your trailer you notice how excited they are acting and you are confused about what’s really happening, but it’s just until you finally throw the door of your trailer open and gasp at the person waiting inside.

“Hello, Angel,” Harry smirks at you, leaning against the wall as you completely freeze.

“Angel! Oh my God!” you hear Maya squeak behind you, but you can’t pay much attention to her or Timmy, because you are busy throwing yourself into Harry’s arm, who envelopes you into his embrace, lifting you up from the ground.

“What are you doing here?” you breathe out, face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Should I not be here?” he jokes chuckling, his hands running up and down your back.

“Well, you are not supposed to, but I’m glad you are!” you chuckle and pulling back you kiss his lips, not able to hold yourself back.

“Thank your costars,” he mumbles nodding towards the door where Maya and Timmy are standing, grinning widely and proud of themselves.

“You guys did this,” you breathe out.

“Well, it was Maya’s idea, and then I was the one to message Harry,” Timmy admits, hiding his hands in his pockets. “Wanted to surprise you.”

“You surely succeeded,” you chuckle and turning back to Harry you hug him again, holding him tight as if he could vanish any moment.

“Alright, we’ll leave you two alone,” Maya chuckles before shutting the door and giving you some privacy.

“So how long are you staying?” you ask, arms circled around his neck.

“Unfortunately I don’t have much time. I need to fly out late tomorrow.”

“You came here for less than 48 hours?” you gasp in disbelief. He has been on the road for weeks now, all the traveling has been hard on him, that you know, yet he still went into the trouble of flying here for such a short time just to be with you.

“If Timothée didn’t reach out I would have still tried to mess around with my schedule to come here. I know how hard it has been for you here, I wanted to help you.”

“Stop or you’ll make me cry,” you chuckle, leaning in for another kiss.

You spend the rest of your break cuddled up on your tiny sofa in your trailer, talking but mostly kissing, because you’ve been missing Harry’s kisses the most probably. When it’s time to head back to set, you need everything in you not to lock the door and just never leave, but your work is calling.

Walking towards set you find yourself lacing your fingers together with Harry’s, to which he smirks at you in satisfaction. You couldn’t give less shit about that people will think the rumors are true, let them! All you want is to be as close to Harry as possible.

As everyone is slowly gathering back, you lounge around the buffet tables with Harry and Timothée, just genuinely having a good time, right until Levi walks in and he freezes upon seeing you with Harry.

At first you are convinced he’s going to come up to you, but luckily, he chooses to keep his distance this time, saving you some stress about what would go down if the two of them were to talk. Harry has definitely noticed his presence as well, but he doesn’t say a word, just holds your hand tight, kissing your knuckles.

Harry sticks around the whole afternoon, watching you film scene after scene and the excitement in his eyes is priceless. He takes every opportunity to praise your work and tell you how amazing you are doing and it means the world to you since it’s the first time Harry is seeing you working.

Through the afternoon, you can feel Levi’s burning glare on you, but you try your best to ignore it. You can tell he doesn’t like having Harry around but you haven’t figured out if it’s because he is jealous of you and him or because now Harry has all the attention he usually has. Either way, he is a petty fucker and you are enjoying pissing him off for once.

When filming finally finishes at six you are one of the first ones to head out, eager to finally be alone with Harry in your hotel room and not be disturbed for the night.

“I would say to pick up something to eat on our way, but maybe we should just order room service, how does that sound?” he asks as the two of you are walking back to your trailer.

“Room service is gonna be perfect,” you smile up at him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Y/N!”

The voice calling out your name makes you growl in annoyance. The situation is all too familiar, Levi stopping you on your way back to your trailer with the pure intention of ruin your mood.

Oh for fuck’s sake,” you mumble under your breath before turning around. “What?” you snap back at him, clearly annoyed that he is here again.

“Hey, just… thought I would introduce myself to your friend over here,” he smiles as if it was the most natural thing, but you and Harry stand there, completely confused about how he can act so casual about him meeting Harry.

“I’m sorry, you what?” you question.

“Just wanted to meet Harry,” he tells again. “I’m Levi, nice to meet you,” he nods smiling, holding out his hand and you can’t hold your laughter back. Luckily, Harry is quick to react the best possible way.

“Are you really just gonna pretend like I didn’t hear you call Y/N a bitch the other day?” he asks, voice stern and surprisingly calm, however his hold on your hand is a little tighter now.

Seemingly, Levi is taken aback and you can tell he was convinced Harry wouldn’t bring it up straight to his face, but he did. He definitely just did and you are so happy about that.

“I’m, uhh—I don’t think you have any business in that, Harry,” he chuckles nervously, still trying to somehow dominate in the situation, but he is failing miserably.

“Oh, but I think I do. If you think you can just go around and call women bitches, you are in the wrong and if you ever have just one bad word for Y/N again, I’ll definitely won’t be this calm.”

The cherry on the top is the warm smile on Harry’s lips and your mouth hangs open at how bad he just burnt Levi. If you were alone now, you’d definitely jump his bones right away.

Watching Levi you see the exact moment when he drops the act and before he even opens his nasty mouth, you already know you’ll get another taste of his real self.

“What, you fuck her once and think she is the Queen of England who has to be treated with special care?” he scoffs and your stomach drops. Here he goes with the insults, buckle up!

“Excuse you?” Harry snaps back, clearly losing his patience with him.

“She is not that big of a deal, Styles. Might be a good fuck, but she is a fucking bitch in reality and you’ll see that soon.”

“I think it was just you who made her act that way and that’s entirely your fault, m’ friend. Anyone would be that way if they had to deal with you.”

“You know what? You two deserve each other, two low-life, attention seeker celebs, I just don’t get what people like so much about you. Especially about you,” he adds, eyes snapping to you. Your anger is boiling, he is dancing on your very last nerve and you have no idea how long you can last.

Harry then turns to you, a calm expression on his face, but his eyes tell you otherwise as he simply takes his rings off and places them into your palm, confusing you about what he is really doing.

“I’m sorry in advance, Angel,” he mumbles before taking a step towards Levi and with a simple but graceful move, he punches your scumbag ex.

You gasp as you hear Levi’s groan, his hands flying to his face while Harry shakes his fist off with a heavy sigh.

“Oh fuck, this feels better with a glove on,” Harry breathes out, taking a step back.

“You fucker!” Levi spats as he straightens up. He moves his hand from his face, checking it to see if he is bleeding, but it’s just some redness on his cheek.

“Don’t freak out, princess. You’ll just have to sit some more in the makeup. But Swear to God if you ever speak about her that way,” Harry warns him pointing at him, “You won’t be able to fix it with some powder.”

And with that, Harry grabs your hand and pulls you into the trailer, leaving a shocked and raged out Levi outside. As soon as it’s just the two of you, Harry changes from the confident, protective man to a frightened little puppy as he looks at you.

“I’m so sorry, but I just couldn’t take it any longer. The way he was talking about you and I—“

He doesn’t get to finish because our lips shut him up with the most heated and passionate kiss you two have ever shared. It’s hard and messy, your fingers thread through his hair as he grabs your waist forcefully, yanking you against her tightly.

“That was literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you pant against his lips.

“Yeah? So you’re not mad?”

“I’m only mad because you got to punch him before me,” you chuckle making him laugh as well.

“God, I have no idea how you could put up with him this long,” he breathes out, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m convinced that my nerves are made out of steel,” you joke pecking his lips two more times.

“I don’t even see how you could be in a relationship with him in the first place,” he huffs.

“I was younger and dumber. Don’t worry, learned my lesson,” you laugh, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand, running your thumb along the soft skin under his eye.

“If I’m being honest, there’s one more thing that’s upsetting me about him.”

“And what is that?”

“Please don’t get mad at me though, okay?” he chuckles softly.

“Just tell me!”

“I’m mad… because he is able to say that he has been in a relationship with you and I’m not. It’s pissing me off, properly,” he admits and your heart skips a beat. “I know you said you don’t want anything official, but I just want to call you mine and—“

You cut him off for the second time now as you kiss him again, grinning against his lips. If he didn’t bring this up now, you would have for sure before he left, because there was no way you would have been able to say goodbye to him again without having all strings tied.

“Just to be sure, was this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” you smirk, your hands holding onto the base of his neck.

“Kind of? Yeah,” he chuckles softly.

“Alright, cool. Now let’s go back to my hotel room, boyfriend.”

You watch as his eyes light up and leaning down he kisses you again.

“Just so we are on the same page, was this your way of saying yes?”

“Kind of, yeah,” you nod, using his own words.

“Great. Okay, let’s go, girlfriend.”

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“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 4.7k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk; explicit language; ambiguous infidelity ; awkwardness

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The issue is that Jungkook -and you're not a bitch for thinking that- is a little bit of an idiot.

He can be very smart. He can be wise and present unsuspecting resources and knowledge. He can teach you things you don't know anything about, figure out others you struggle to -but not during stressful times like for say an escape game because during those, he turns absolutely, utterly useless. 

But he is an idiot too. An idiot that sometimes shapes situations and conclusions and ideas in a very peculiar way that is very singular to him.

That’s precisely what happens then. He plays his role right, to its full extent, with great dedication and commitment. Except he missed a memo, misread the script and ends up playing a role that's not the one you planned for him. He believes that he’s your new adult toy provider (as if there is such a thing).

When you think he’s coming over to share a meal or play some game or binge-watch a series you promised to wait for him to experience together, he has a box hidden in his pocket or carried under his arm. 

He has the decency to not comment on it the first time around. He just set it down on the coffee table, between the bowl of chips and the one filled with guacamole. You see the logo on top of it. You recognize the design, reffined, minimalist with the pretty pastel matte colour. 

He probably identifies the shame and the annoyance on your face, painting your cheeks and reshaping your eyebrows, and doesn’t say anything. Simply smiles to himself and starts talking about the series’ new episode that’s about to start. 

It takes a lot of efforts, coming from you, to ignore the conspicuous object sitting just in front and in between you. But eventually, probably because more than a decade of friendship with this guy have grown impressive mind muscles on you, you manage to make abstraction of it. 

It just stops existing for a while until he leaves and you’re curious to see what’s inside. And again you have the same old intentions as before. The same ones.

You won’t use it. 

It’s curiosity. And it's fine for you to be curious because he’s the one buying it and gifting it to you. Why should you be blamed?

Freshly hopped in bed, just done reading the notice hanging over your face, you’re yawning and sending your eyebrows high in interest. Again you won’t use it but it sounds very interesting. That’s when you get a text from him.

Guk

So about the toy!

As if you were waiting for his explanation. As if the conversation got cut short and you were expecting him to pick it back up whenever possible.

You won’t entertain him.

You

I said not to buy me this.

Guk

You never said that! You said something about me being crazy but never about buying one again

Because you're mostly made of petty bitch material, you scroll higher quickly, wishing to find something, any text that would corroborate what you’re saying.

You don’t find anything though. Because you never actually told him to not buy you other toys by text, and now that you come to think of it, you probably never did out loud either because you didn’t fucking know that he would even consider doing so.

It’s not even Christmas anymore. It’s not your birthday. There’s even less of a valid reason for him to get you this therefore, of course, you did not explicitly warn him not to, you didn’t think it would be necessary.

You

It’s not even my fucking bday why???

Guk

I told you the lady at the shop

But who the hell is that lady?

Guk

She talked about a lot of products and they all seemed cool and because you liked the other one I thought I’d get you this one too

You

Jungkook

This simple response says a lot, you hope he can read between the pixels of his screen the desperation, the irritation, the frustration, the silent insults. 

Guk

Listen it’s super cool it's supposed to mimic the touch of a finger

Jungkook then proceeds to explain to you how it works. The original idea being a system with a tiny ball rolling under a silicon skin, to place on your clitoris to have the illusion of a finger's touch. And it’s interesting and innovative surely and sounds intriguing as in, you wonder if it’s accurate, but you’re tired and it seems like you’re wading in some sort of swamp you can’t escape from. There’s a fire burning your skin from your cheeks to your chest. You’re both hating this conversation and unwilling to just draw a final period to it. This asshole.

You

I can read

Guk

So you opened it already??

There’s a bunch of excited emojis that follows his last message and fill up the empty space your lack of response leaves. 

Why and how can he be so eager?

Here comes the delusional part of your brain. It’s a very wide, very deep hallway covered in bookshelves filled to the brim with stupid interpretations and beliefs and sometimes even memories you’ve shared with him. Often next to the laters are pinned an article from a teenage magazine or the jacket of a romance movie, specifically there to validate that yes, indeed, it must have meant something. 

The door of that corridor just creaked opened. You can discern the sound, you can feel the particular atmosphere without even having to take a step through. 

Is it really that normal to be so excited about that? For him? As a friend?

It’s the most frustrating part: you are friends. Friends who supposedly can tell each other everything. Friends who can ask each other anything. 

You should be able to talk about it. Just ask him. If there’s anything behind this whole mess, if he means to tell you something, if it’s wholly mindless, if there’s no hidden agenda.

It should be fine. There’s only trust and affection in this friendship. 

You are still too scared, you are terrified that he’d start linking dots, ask himself some new questions, potentially answer them himself, and have you all found out.

You'd have your barely well-worn cover thrown completely away. 

You send the blank emoji. The one with even the eyes closed. It summarizes your actual state pretty well, speechless, relatively annoyed. 

Guk

She said you could try it on other parts of your body too

Guk

At first

Guk

Like on your lips or your nipples

You want to die.

Now.

No, better, you wish to have never been born. 

Why is he talking about your nipples? Why?

And through all that, you still feel like something is wrong with you, along with your feelings. 

Turns out you are so overwhelmed by his clueless inadequacy, you need a good half an hour and a random shot of tequila to get through it. When it’s gone and exhaustion of a long day and alcohol have knocked nervousness and panic out, you fall asleep, forgetting about answering his outrageous last texts. 

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

Min's finger stops midair, above the cash register she's been working on. She needs a good minute to get back to her senses and while you wait, anxiety invades you. Maybe you should never have brought it up. 

But this question, the torturous thing is slowly killing you.

Min finally turns her head to you, eyes squinted and eyebrows drawn low. She sucks in her pretty red lips before opening them to start formulating, with it seems a certain struggle, an answer. 

“I don’t think I quite understand.”

It’s a pretty straightforward, relatively easy question. That’s what you'd want to say but you’ve reached the state of bashful regret and decide not to press it. Some things are better just left alone. 

“Who talked about your nipples?” She ends up asking the one thing you wished she wouldn’t because there is no way you’re giving his name. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You mumble, turning around slightly, getting back to the task you were here, paid, to do -wipe the shelves clean and not talk about your “““love””” life. 

“I think it does. You wanna know if it means something? Like the guy's into you?”

“Something like that.” Your cheeks are aflame now. No doubt about it. You silently curse at your manager who refuses that you don’t wear the ugly hat that holds your hair back because having a curtain of hair to hold behind, as a help to keep some of your remained, sparse dignity would have been peachy. 

“What did he say exactly?”

Silence. You’re not elaborating. She sighs, defeated. 

“Well, I suppose... he’s considered the fact that you have boobs. If it’s a straight guy, that’s a good sign, I guess?” She shrugs.

You don’t like the answer. It’s exactly what the wrong, defective part of your brain, the one directly wired to your heart, wanted to hear. 

She doesn’t even have the context, anyway. It doesn’t mean much, doesn’t hold much power in your court of sensibility. 

She stares at the side of your face, clearly attempting to drill holes in your head to try and find some answers. You’re awfully silent, have said too much yet not enough and she’s dying to know the whole story. You won’t give in and she can tell. There’s no way you’re sharing the whole thing. The most, probably, probative point of the whole story: the sex toys. It’d turn her into a devastating tsunami of nonsense and misinterpretation and drown you in its wake and you can’t, when you’re already struggling to stay afloat, allow that.

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A/N: Don’t forget to click on the next button on top, two parts are being posted simultaneously :)

[baby-bearie]

romeo, juliet, and evites to funerals

(NOT MY GIF)

jj maybank x reader

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a/n: uh oh. back again. thank you @jjmaebank for the beta read i love u. i did switch that one tangled reference i made.

JJ hates when you’re mad at him. You won’t text him, you won’t answer your phone, if you actually see him you’d never acknowledge him, and kisses? Forget about it. You’re not exactly a lot of fun when you’re mad at JJ.

You’re currently mad at JJ.

He figured that out after about the 3rd call you failed to return, and now he’s blowing up your phone. Nearly 50 unread texts, 27 missed calls and 13 voicemails, all in a span of 2 hours.

He’s persistent, he really is. Annoyingly so. Whenever JJ upsets you, his go to plan is to just irritate you into forgiveness. He thinks you can’t ignore him forever. You’re determined to prove him wrong. It’s been 3 days, and you’re proud of yourself. This is the longest you’ve held out against his torrent of digital apologies. You want to go longer.

It didn’t take JJ long to realize what you were mad about. For at least the fourth time this month, JJ had missed your date. You had planned a day on the mainland at a local fair, but you spent last Friday waiting as the ferry came and went.

If he had just canceled, you wouldn’t be mad. But he didn’t cancel, he just texted you every half hour, just when you were ready to give it up and leave, that he was coming and to hold on. And then around 5, a good 3 hours after he said he would come, he showed up.

And then he made fun of your outfit.

“Dude, what the hell are you wearing?” He even laughed.

So you left.

It is now Monday morning, and your phone has not stopped ringing for the past 8 hours. How the hell did he manage to keep going, nonstop, for 8 hours?

You can’t deny that you miss him. Going without JJ’s touchiness is affecting you too. Last night you had to cuddle a pillow.

You’re fixing your bed when the pebbles start hitting your window.

One, two, three, four. A pause. And then at least 30 pebbles all hit the window at the same time. You huff in annoyance, rolling off your bed to unlatch the window and shove it open.

“Hi, baby.” JJ is standing on your lawn, sheepishly smiling at you. His hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, unamused.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/n! You can’t still be mad at me.” “Oh, I very much can! Or could you not tell from the numerous times I called you back?” You scoff.

JJ laughs, pushing his hands out at you, as if he’s reaching for you. “See, you’re talking to me already.” “Go away, JJ!” You grit your teeth.

“No.” “Go. Away.” “I don’t want to! Not until you forgive me!” “If you stay here another second, I’m literally going to ignore you for the rest of your life. We’ll get married and have kids and I still won’t talk to you.”

JJ snorts. “That would be bad for our family.”

“I will communicate with you through our children.” “Okay, well you’re pretty, like, vocal, if you know what I mean- “JJ, you disgust me.” “so I don’t know how you plan on me puttin’ a baby in you if you won’t talk to me. Communication is key, Y/n.”

“Okay, first of all, shut the fuck up. Second of all, if you don’t get off this street in the next ten seconds, I will call John B and I will make him drag you off.” You deadpan.

“That wouldn’t even work, John B would take my side.” “I’m his favorite!” You insist.

“Okay, I’m done talking to you, goodbye forever,” You begin to close the window, and JJ shouts. “Wait, wait, Y/n, wait, I swear I will start yelling.” “Goodbye, JJ.” You shut the window and JJ sighs dramatically.

He smirks up at you through the window before he opens his mouth.

“I am hopelessly in love with Y/n Y/l/n, and I’m going to scream about it now.” He whoops. Your neighbor sticks his head out his door. JJ turns and waves at him. “She’s up there!” He shouts, pointing at your window.

You yank the curtains in front of your window and flop back on the bed.

“Y/n, oh, Y/n, parting is something something? Oh, sweet sorrow! Something, something, I never read Romeo and Juliet last year, true beauty?” He screams.

You pull another pillow on top of your head, trying to muffle JJ’s yodeling outside your window. It barely works. You can make out more half-assed Romeo and Juliet references, but you know for a fact the only version of that play he knows is the gnome one.

Eventually, he leaves. You don’t dare actually check to see if he���s gone, scared that in true JJ fashion, he’s just baiting you. But after a good 30 minutes of quiet, you know JJ’s not patient enough for this. He’s gone.

He’s not done though.

He continues to overheat your phone with calls and texts. At one point he sends you an evite to his funeral. “Rip: jj maybank. Cause of death: lack of y/n.” The invitation reads.

At least he’s getting creative.

You’re almost thankful when the clear weather turns into a thunderstorm, knocking out your power. With no wifi, there’s no JJ.

Or so you were hoping.

You’re curled up with a cup of coffee and a family sized bag of chips in front of the TV, barely paying attention to the movie playing when he starts knocking on the door.

You’re not sure who would be at your door in the middle of a storm this bad. Obviously, one boy, but even he’s not dumb enough to come all the way here in weather this bad.

Except he is dumb enough.

You swing the door open to reveal a soaked JJ, squinting in the rain and holding up a bouquet of drooping carnations. He grins at you goofily.

“JJ, you dumbass, what the hell? Get in here!” You grab his wet arm and drag him inside. Even better, he came here in the rain, in a sleeveless shirt.

“Did you get my evite? Because I’m fucking freezing. I think this is how I go.” He’s dripping all over the floor.

You throw a glare over your shoulder as you retreat to find a towel.

Once you’ve wrapped it around him and forced him into a chair, you finally get to scream at him.

“You’re- You’re infuriating, you know that?” You cry out. “You drive me insane! What am I supposed to do if you get sick? Or worse!”

“Then you could’ve sent out those evites.” He smiles hesitantly.

“I’m being serious!”

JJ gives you another toothy smile and holds out the wimpy flowers. You take them from him and immediately hit him with them, spraying water droplets across his face.

“Ow. Okay, I deserved that.” JJ holds his hands up in defense and you hit him with them again.

“Maybe I shouldn’t buy you flowers anymore!” “You’re such an asshole!”

“I’m the asshole?” JJ stands now. “Yes, you’re the asshole.” “I’m the one getting beaten up with flowers!”

“What, did you think you could just show up here with stupid flowers and your stupid face and all would be forgotten?” “Well, no, okay, kind of?” JJ doesn’t know what to say to make you happy.

“That’s not how this works. You can’t just pull some big gesture and fix everything.” “Okay, you’re right. Y/n, I’m sorry.” He grabs your shoulders to look you dead in the eyes.

“You’re sorry?” “I’m sorry.” He shakes you a little.

“You’re sorry for what?”

JJ rolls his eyes, but finishes. “I’m sorry for standing you up and then being harsh about your fashion choices. I did not mean to hurt your feelings. It will never happen again.” JJ sounds like he’s reciting from memory.

“It’s going to happen again, you loofah.” “Loofah? I feel like that’s a new one.” “But you have to apologize, JJ.”

“I tried!” JJ protests, but you cut him off.

“And not over the phone.” You give him a look.

“Okay.” His hands travel to your hips. “Next time, I’ll say I’m sorry. Not over the phone. Can I please just kiss you now?”

“Is that all you came here for?” You laugh. “Pretty much, yeah.”

JJ leans down to kiss you, and you can feel him smile against you.

You pull away, eyes still closed. “I swear, stand me up one more time and I will dump you for- “Shut up.” JJ kisses you again but you lean back. “For good.” You finish and kiss him again.

“But then how would we,” He pecks your lips between words, “have that family you were talking about.”

You tug your head back completely. “I will leave you and my imaginary family.”

JJ shakes his head at you before he looks at the tv.

“What are you even watching?” “Romeo and Juliet.”

“Wait, isn’t he supposed to be a lot shorter than that?”

[ajdrawshq]

1, 14, 18 :D

What is your favorite color to work with?

i rarely bother using colors so i feel unqualified to answer this but. i like blue things <3 or warm things. blue and warm colors

What was something that you used to draw a lot that you dont draw as much anymore?

DRAGONS. holy fuck i drew so many dragons in 6th grade specifically, they were all over my spiral notebooks covers fronk and back and whatever printer paper i could get my hands on it was unironically the best thing ever. i still remember some of the design ideas i had, one of which inspired an oc i have now. id also draw fanmade heartless and pokemon!! and heartless pokemon!! every day i miss the sheet i had with a pokemonified version of Xemnas' nobody dragon thing bc 1. that thing fucked and i KNOW it and 2. that sums up everything u need to know abt my childhood interests tbh. also the sheet had tons of other stuff like that on it i really wanna find that now :( OH i also used to be a sonic artist on miiverse. like thats how i Really got into drawing after the dragon stuff. sometimes i miss pixel(based) art but i dont have the energy for it anymore ,, and i think looking so closely at my 3ds screen for so long mightve fucked up my eyes lmao

How long have you been drawing / when did you officially declare yourself an artist?

as mentioned earlier i started taking things seriously sometime between 6th and 7th grade i think?? whenever i discovered miiverse had an art community (sort of). but ive been drawing stuff for a Long time. mostly pokemon when i was little - i remember using every pokemon book i could find and buy at the book fairs as references, sometimes tracing from them lmao. tho i think kid me would lose it l upon finding out i draw kh stuff regularly now :> feels like ive come full circle w my interests nowadays

[vegalocity]

Angst 1, 6, and 13 with the Dad subplot. I don't know much about your White Bone Amnesia Au but since you asked for this here you go. - Pixel Anon

Dialogue starters

1.“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

6. “You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?”

13. “This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

Look pixel all you need to know is 'sad monkey and sad scholar bc pig and monkie have magical amnesia'

--

MK wasn’t stupid.

Monkey King had been hiding things from him since the moment they met. He’d thought at first that was par for the course. I mean, when you’ve lived that long of course there are some things you keep close to your chest.

But this…

He was staying the night with Monkey King for some moonlight training, and he’d woken up in the middle of the night and found a closed off door he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed before. His eyes practically glided right past it all day and he’d never once given it mind, turning the extra door into static in the back of his head. But he’d woken up and started to stumble to the well outside for a drink of water and he’d placed his hand on what his brain had told him was just wall-

And the door had creaked open.

MK wasn’t stupid.

This was a child’s bedroom.

Well- ‘Child’ might be stretching a bit. It was a well lived-in bedroom. Posters and tapestries hung on the walls, no newer than the late 00’s for some, others EASILY hundreds of years old. Some haphazardly stacked books sat in one corner, and a work desk covered in dried paint and scattered pencils and paintbrushes in another.

The whole place had a fine layer of dust on everything, though the area of the floor beside the door was spotless. As if Monkey King would often open the door and stand in the threshold but rarely lacked the will to simply walk in.

It was only by the light of the moon outside that he could see, so the scattered childish drawings stacked up and yellowed with age were oblong and strange and near incomprehensible.

Whose room was this?Just a couple of days ago he’d met the Six Eared Macaque from Monkey King’s past, but he seemed to be of similar age to Monkey King, and this room gave him the honest vibe of a teenager or very young adult.

So who lived here? Monkey King never told him anything about his past outside of what the written accounts already gave.

Did-

Did he have a kid?

Why weren’t they his successor? If he had a child why did Monkey King choose him to be his heir and not his kid? Did something happen to them?

Where were they now?

“...Bud..?” MK practically jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice in the quiet of the night. He shouldn’t have been here, Monkey King was gonna be so angry with him-

MK got to his feet and when he was able to look at Monkey King properly (well, as properly as he COULD considering) and realized He was staring at him with… shock? Dread? Anticipation? He looked like he was waiting for something.

“Monkey King-” he could see the subtle shift of shadow on shadow as Monkey King tensed, he always did that whenever MK addressed him, he didn’t know why. “I’m sorry I uh- I was going to get a drink, and The door it-” He looked around the dark room. “...Whose room is this?”

The pale moonlight made it hard to watch the minute changes in Monkey King’s expression, but he still could see the king slam the walls right back up. And- And he looked so sincerely like he was waiting for something from MK and he didn’t get it, and- And that kinda pissed him off! He couldn’t pass a test if he didn’t know what he was being tested on! If Monkey King wanted something out of him he should have tried talking to him directly about it!

“...No one, bud. An old friend.”

“You’re lying to me again.” Monkey King folded his arms and his gaze darted away. But he didn’t look guilty he just looked.. Frustrated? “Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?”

“It’s none of your business.” He tried, and MK knew he probably should back off. After all for how long Monkey King had been around there were a lot of things that he probably didn’t want to talk about.

But the poster was from 2009, a science fiction movie he loved to watch when it would play on TV, and it glinted in the moonlight. Whoever this room belonged to, they didn’t leave very long ago.

“I’m your successor!” Monkey King’s shoulders rose up a bit as if to try and hide himself. “Your business IS my business if it’s gonna loop back around and bite ME in the butt later!”

“Kid, I don't want to talk about it.”

“Like you don’t want to talk about how you were spying on me LONG before the staff got pulled out?”

Monkey King looked back at him, startled. And MK took a step forward. “You knew, before I ever told you, that I was allergic to dragonfruit. You don’t like processed food but you had ALL of the snacks I like, you knew I have problems with my right ankle from some accident I can’t even remember from my childhood-” He winced again. “You keep LOOKING at me when you think I don’t notice, and you never look like a mentor accessing a student! You look at me like you’re my dad-”

Everything went to static.

--

Sun Wukong didn’t want to watch Xiaotian--No MK, he goes by MK now--’fade out’ right before he was about to put the pieces together, but it was like the remains of a great battle, it hurt to look at but he couldn’t pull away. Master had claimed a similar feeling every time he’d been forced to watch Baije ‘Fade out’ (Wujing had come up with the colloquialism before he’d left to work on himself for a bit, it worked better than anything himself or Master could come up with so they adopted it) for the briefest of moments to have seen the spark of realization in Xiaotia-MK’s eye as he put together the pieces and came to the only conclusion that made sense, before his mind shut down entirely.

It always happened like this. He knew enough about the condition that had plagued Baije for decades to recognize it when few short years ago it had manifested in his son; but that didn’t make it easier to look at. It didn’t make it easier to look at the child that he’d taken as his own from the moment the stone egg resting delicately where the Mountain of Five Phases once stood had entered his sightline, and not see that recognition anymore. Awe and the hero worship of a fanboy where love and the gentle admiration of a son once was.

“Come on, bud.” he entered Xiaotian’s room, but only for a moment to grab MK’s hand and pull him forward. MK followed numbly, the hazy unfocused look never faded from his eye, his feet moving only as his bodies reflex to keep from falling over. He closed the door behind the two of them, but eyes the shut door for a moment longer.

He’d been in the house multiple times before, but this was the first time he’d paid any attention to his old room, like his eyes would just glide right over the door and never notice it. Baije tended to have a similar reaction when Master would bring his rake into the restaurant and just casually lean it against a wall.

So why did he notice it now?

Was something about all of this… wearing off? Was figuring things out too much but he was in fact starting to remember?

This was all in his head. It was all happening in his head. He couldn't afford to be so naive. Master had had similar glitches when dealing with Baije and that never meant that he was any closer to remembering them. He’d let himself hope when he’d found MK in Xiaotian’s room (that felt so weird to say they were the same person-) but nothing had happened. Reading into glitches was just gonna be more painful in the long run than taking things as they were.

He led MK outside, carefully poured a few ladles of water into a wooden mug and wrapped his hands around it before hopping onto the rooftop, laying back as though he’d just wanted to sleep under the stars tonight, and waited.

Before too long MK jolted, waking up with a startle and he watched water slosh and spill over the sides of the mug as he looked around. He quickly shut his eyes and evened his breathing.

“...Hey Monkey king? I know you’re not really sleeping-!” Damn. How was it fair that he still knew his tells but didn’t remember why? If he was going to have his memories erased, why not commit to the whole thing?

“I mean I was, but then you decided to space out infront of the well and woke me up.”

“Is that what happened…?”

“What else would have happened?”

The ‘fades’ tended to take a fair bit of memory preceding it with them, to avoid triggering another one so quickly, which meant-

“....Huh I guess I must have been sleepwalking or something.” easy to lead.

It felt scummy to have to lie to his own kid about something like this, but- Okay no, he had to stop treating them like the same person, MK was already a bit suspicious about his behavior, so he needed to really make a separation in his head. MK and Xiaotian were two separate people. MK is his successor Xiaotian is-

“Hey if it’s all the same to you I think i’m gonna head home.” But you are home-

“That’s fair, my reputation would be in shambles when you see me in the morning.” he didn’t care-

He scurried back inside to get what few things he believed were his together, and before five minutes was up Xiao-MK was shouldering a backpack and heading down the mountain.

“I’m leaving!” he waved to him, and he waved back.

His son vanished into the trees and he saw a spot of crimson and gold as his staff extended, pole vaulting him back to the city.

“Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do anymore.” it was unfair to be upset about it. It wasn’t Xiaotian’s fault. And he didn’t exactly have it the roughest, he could hide in his mountain and leave a sticky note somewhere about running an errand if he couldn’t stomach facing him. He didn’t have to face Baije at all if he couldn’t stomach it. He didn’t HAVE to take up human disguises only Master and Wujing could see through and show up at the restaurant if he didn’t want to. But Master at this point would look suspicious if he didn’t feel like he could handle looking at either of them and seeing different people looking back, he was enduring way more than he was.

This wasn’t just some tragic happenstance like Master seemed to think it was. This was something that was DONE to them.

And when he found out who did it, heaven help them because nobody else will.

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