#anyways. will i write a fic? i didnt plan on it but maybe.
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screechingfromthevoid · 4 months ago
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Mori will probably tell Birdie and Ollie. I think Birdie is going to take it out on morrigan. She'll say something, she'll make a very bad decision against the fate stitcher.
Liliana will probably message Telvin, if she can. Let him know she's gone. They'll both be gone. She doesn't know about the lake. She's so weak. She tells him she loves him and that she's sorry.
Delilah will be stuck on the moon. In a crystal. At least Gwendolyn de Rolo will never have to feel that hatred again.
Who will tell Milo? Will Justi hear from the the fungi that they found them? Will she leave the den to go find them? Will Milo and Justi mourn them?
Will the Platinum Dragon reinstate his family? After years and wrong turns, will the Platinum Dragon absolve him? Will they raise him to Sainthood? Side by side with Saint Graham?
C Pop originals will, of course, double in value. But they all start to seep this energy, this magic. They will be sought after and hoarded. And the few C Poppers who've met him will talk about his bravery. His sacrifice.
The Silken Squall will be without an heir. Zeru will cut his hair and properly mourn, even without his body. His stewardess, their mother, will never sing again. Music sounds too much like him. She can hear him in every note. Every melody.
Keyleth will have to tell Alma. She hates this part. And so close after her own goodbyes.
Nel and Baernie and Leeta and Maeve will have to sit with the fact that all the men they love in this world were taken by the same cause. The same people. When Ludinus Da'leth inevitably comes back, the triplets want to know. They will be there to kill him again.
Alma stops taking patients. Her apprentices will handle it. She can't bear to look at a baby. He was once a baby. He was so small in her arms. Those memories. They are weighed down by knowing how he ends. She can't look at a baby, a child. All she can think about is how one day a boy will become a man and whether it is fair or not he will die. Maybe too early. Maybe that man with so much left to live will die young and unjust.
If anyones left after this, that is.
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waywardsalt · 3 months ago
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pspspspsps over the last week i wrote this rough n 'small' bellum x linebeck thing so here
The sun had long set, but Linebeck was still busy. The closest lights were some dim lanterns down in the port town, but his ship was too far down the dock for them to illuminate it. Any lights within his ship were either extinguished or away from windows. Linebeck didn’t want to draw attention to himself, and he figured it was dark enough for him to go unnoticed while he finished mopping the deck.
He'd been working since he stopped at the island- he’d gotten stuck in a storm, then attacked by some pirates, and still had his usual maintenance to do. Linebeck paused by the prow and surveyed the deck. All of the necessary repairs had been finished before nightfall, and cleaning was what he was left with, and his insomnia prompted him to keep working as the moon rose.
Linebeck placed the mop in its bucket and leaned it against the railing. Clean enough for the night. He could better judge it in the morning.  He rubbed his hands together and exhaled slowly. It was beginning to get a big chilly in this part of the seas, and it was more obvious at night. His hands and feet and back and arms and neck and- goddesses, everything was sore. He groaned and fished around in his coat’s pockets for a cigarette.
He turned away from the island to hide the flame of his lighter while he lit his cigarette. Linebeck’s steamship was dwarfed by the anchored pirate ships flanking it. It was a quiet night, but he didn’t trust that he was entirely safe. He hid as many signs of life as possible, and stared into the water beyond his ship’s bow as he recalled what he did and didn’t remember to do. Once his deck dried, he needed to check the hull over. Check for barnacles or damage or… just to soothe his nerves.
He flinched upon hearing a distant creaking of wood but dismissed it. Linebeck took a long drag from his cigarette and watched the faint smoke trail off into the air. He’d caught himself getting awfully nonchalant where he was ordinarily paranoid, but he did have his safety net of sorts. Linebeck grinned to himself, his thoughts drifting as he glanced down at the water. Calling out would be too loud, and it was too dark to see if anything lurked below the water. He moved to crouch at the edge of the deck but straightened up when he heard footsteps behind him.
Linebeck turned and backed up against the prow, faced with half a dozen pirates quietly boarding his ship. They all froze a moment when they saw that he’d noticed them, but continued slinking along the deck, armed and easily outnumbering the lone sailor. Linebeck managed a nervous smile and raised his hands, hoping that the smoke and the tiny light from his cigarette wouldn’t give away how much he was trembling. “H-hey, now, I’m sure there are better targets on this dock- hell, I can give you some recommendations-”
“We ain’t takin’ recommendations,” the leader- a large Rito man- gruffly snapped.
Linebeck cringed. “Well, I’m sure I’m not the best mark on this island, I’m good but I’m a bit short on anything worth plundering tonight.” He peered past the main group and spotted one at the door into the cabin. She yanked on the knob and hissed, just barely audible to him, “Locked, boss.”
The boss gave a quick nod, not looking away from Linebeck. His gaze was intense and sharp, and Linebeck’s smiled faltered; a nearby splash that meant nothing to his assailants and everything to him calmed his nerves.
He tilted his head as the Rito man spoke again, creeping closer with his saber aimed at Linebeck’s chest. “Seems someone’s got it out for you, paid us to get rid of you. From what I hear, lots o’ people want you dead.”
Linebeck resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Another targeted hit? And for what, pissing a few people off, robbing a few others? He supposed it was for the better that most didn’t know any more than that.
He backed up until he was practically leaning against the prow. The pirates slunk closer to him across the deck, most of their features hidden by the shadows, and Linebeck felt his fear return. Any time, now…
Something wrapped tightly around his right ankle, and all of the pirates lunged at him. He nearly stumbled off of his ship and raised his hands to try and block the Rito man’s saber, and in the same instant he felt the tentacle around his ankle slither up around his leg, the other four tentacles shot up from the surrounding waters and coiled tightly around each pirate’s necks. The three closest to the cabin all stumbled together, all caught by the same tentacle that violently yanked them back and snapped their necks. Each of the other pirates met the same fate, strangled in seconds.
The Rito was momentarily spared as he managed to just barely duck out of the way and slash into Linebeck’s outstretched hands. The tentacle doubled back and tried to catch the Rito by the neck, but he was just too deft and got away with his sword yanked into the ocean. Linebeck grabbed at the nearby railing to catch his balance and winced in pain.
The Rito leader tackled Linebeck without hesitation. He slammed Linebeck against the prow, and for a moment the two struggled to find enough room to throw a punch. The Rito moved quicker and slugged Linebeck in the jaw. He stumbled and tasted blood in his mouth, but clung to the pirate’s shirt even as he was socked in the nose. Linebeck coughed and stumbled and nearly toppled off the ship again. Finally, a tentacle caught the Rito leader and broke his neck before he even shouted in surprise. Linebeck watched him crumple to the deck.
The quiet finally returned, accompanied by the gentle sounds of the ocean- then a louder splash closer to Linebeck. He stumbled over to the railing and leaned heavily over, squinting down and meeting the eye of Bellum, staring up at him after the mess of a struggle. Blood dripped from Linebeck’s nose and onto Bellum’s eye. Bellum shut his mouth over his eye and opened it again to return Linebeck’s gaze.
Linebeck scowled down at Bellum. “Took you long enough this time. Not so fun to play with them when I end up getting hurt.”
The tentacle around his leg withdrew and seemed to give him a pat on the back. Linebeck rolled his eyes and managed to straighten up and turned to the bodies on his deck. Six of them in total, three of them- counting the leader- were Rito, one was a Zora, one a Gerudo, one a Hylian. He rubbed at the forming bruise on the side of his jaw. Bellum rose up out of the water high enough to be seen by Linebeck as he checked each body, leaving the leader for the last.
Each were dead, and once he moved on from one to check another, Bellum dragged the inspected body into the water for his own consumption. From then, Bellum would either eat them and leave no remains, or simply drain whatever life force he could from them and leave them at the bottom of the sea as statues. It was more likely that he’d drain them and move on; he’d eaten recently, and they weren’t likely to stick around at the island for much longer. Not to mention, Linebeck would be too busy recovering to do anything to improve on the meat.
Linebeck, turning to the body of the Rito, kicking at a limp leg once he reached it. He sneered down at it, then winced as pain shot through his entire head. Behind him, he heard Bellum dragging the other bodies into the water. He glanced over at him and, making a realization, whispered, “Thanks for locking the door.”
Bellum just blinked in response and continued with his business. Linebeck frowned, a little disappointed by the lack of reaction. He started to stand, and Bellum, looking back over at him, rolled his eye and disappeared from sight into the water. Linebeck stuffed his hands in his coat pockets, now feeling properly dejected. Then, a splash occurred behind him and Bellum, having transitioned into a smaller size, gliding through the water and the air to join Linebeck at his shoulder.
Linebeck opened his mouth to say something with honest appreciation to Bellum, but stopped when prodded with a tentacle, another pointing down at the leader’s body. Linebeck rolled his eyes and reached up to touch Bellum, but he dodged his hand and hovered closer to the body, and the sailor finally obliged and crouched at the dead leader’s head.
He spotted nothing at first, but Bellum finally made a frustrated gurgle and grabbed Linebeck’s hand with a tentacle and yanked it (gently and carefully) close to the Rito’s face.  Distracted a mite by the way Bellum was very clearly caressing his hand and gingerly tracing the cut in it, Linebeck didn’t immediately catch onto their problem. The Rito, blood leaking from his beak and his body completely still, was staring up at Bellum, and his eyes slowly followed his movements.
“Shit,” Linebeck muttered. “You didn’t- you just paralyzed him? Come on, how many people have you killed up until now?” Bellum patted his hand and kept staring down at the Rito. When Linebeck didn’t move, Bellum slipped one of his other tentacles into the man’s coat and grabbed his hidden knife, brandishing it to him with the handle right above the Rito’s neck. With a scowl, Linebeck grabbed the knife, grumbling, “If I get blood on the deck, you’re cleaning it up.”
While Linebeck lowered himself onto his knees, removing his coat and rolling up his sleeves, Bellum phased a tentacle through the ship’s deck and rummaged around in the storage room below. Cutting the neck was the safest bet- though there was also stabbing him through the eye. Linebeck held the Rito’s head to the deck and compared the width of his knife and the pirate’s eyes.
He rolled the Rito onto his back and decided on the left eye. Linebeck pressed his knee down on the Rito’s chest and carefully positioned his knife above the eye, muttering irritably to himself all the while. His knife was one he picked up a while ago, well-made and sharp with a nice, serrated edge, crafted for survival, and Linebeck, with his infinite paranoia, decided it was the best type to hold onto when he spent most of his time alone in the middle of the ocean. He mostly used it for killing stubborn fish or cutting rope. After meeting Bellum, he’d discovered its effectiveness in murder.
Bellum flew into sight, having retrieved his notepad and pencil. Linebeck paused to read when had been written in a shaky script: I believe in you! With a roll of his eyes, Linebeck prepared to kill the Rito, with Bellum adding something to his note in his peripheral. The Rito’s terrified eyes shot between the knife, Bellum, and Linebeck. He opened his beak and the two of them acted instantly; Bellum wrapped all of his available tentacles around his beak and clamped it shut, and Linebeck drove his knife straight into the eye until the other went blank.
Linebeck waited a long while before slowly removing his knife and held it over the body for a few moments. Then, he wiped it clean on the finally-dead Rito’s shirt, and carefully sheathed it. He shifted off of the body and started to stand but swayed as pain washed over him. Bellum quickly rushed over and pressed against Linebeck’s side to help him stay standing. Linebeck coughed and wiped away more blood on his upper lip.
Standing with Bellum’s support, Linebeck squinted around at the island and surrounding ships. No new lights, no new movement. Bellum would have told him if he sensed any witnesses.
He groaned and peered at the cuts in his hands; as he lifted them, Bellum wrapped a tentacle around each arm and inspected both wounds with their eyes. Linebeck turned his gaze to the deck to check for any blood. He’d just gotten done cleaning it and was not in the mood to have to mop up blood.
No blood, but he caught Bellum’s addition to his encouraging note: a poorly-drawn heart that had been abandoned just before it was finished. Linebeck managed a quiet laugh and nudged the notepad with his boot. “Don’t forget that out here.”
His cigarette, however, was nowhere to be seen. He’d forgotten it somewhere in the struggle, and fearing a fire, started to stumble back to the prow. Bellum cut his search short and pointed at the water.
“…I dropped it into the water?”
The eye in the tentacle around his left arm blinked once.
“You’re sure-”
Another solitary blink. Linebeck sighed. “Right, right. Take, uh, the body somewhere. I need to get some rest.”
Bellum left his side and started dragging the last body into the water. Linebeck watched him a moment, then started dragging his feet over to his cabin. What a long, miserable night. His hands burned, and the lingering taste of blood in his mouth was sure to haunt him into the morning. His nose didn’t feel broken, thank the gods- Linebeck jumped as Bellum returned to him and settled on his shoulder, much smaller than before.
Bellum, now the size of Linebeck’s palm held his notepad and pencil close to his body. The rest of his tentacles carefully coiled around the rest of Linebeck’s body, holding onto his limbs and wrapping around his waist and chest, one tentacle ending square over his heart. Comforting and familiar, though only occurring at night or out of sight of other life and civilization. Stopped at his cabin door, Linebeck lifted his arm with a tentacle gently around it, and the end tucked into his palm, covering the wound. The eye in the tentacle blinked up at him, and Linebeck brought it to his lips and kissed it. Bellum’s grip on the rest of his body tightened for just a moment.
The deck was clean, and there was no evidence remaining. No witnesses and no remaining bodies. Any suggestion of what had happened would be limited to the disappearance of the dead, but Linebeck and Bellum would leave and avoid the area for long enough for everything to be forgotten. They’d be safe and free to do as they please, like normal.
Linebeck smiled to himself and turned the doorknob. Then, he sighed heavily and shut his eyes. He turned it again, and then a second time, then whispered, “Could you unlock the door?”
There was no movement from either of them for a moment, then Bellum reached through the cabin wall and Linebeck heard the faint ‘click’ of the lock and opened the door.
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morgana-larkin · 2 months ago
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Can I please please request an angsty but wt a happy ending fic with Mel/Reader? Mel getting wt mr fireman just pissed me off….. anyway setting is as is in s4 except readers exists as a teacher too and is in love wt Mel, which everyone knows and Mel kinda feels it too (and she sctually likes her too!) but she doesnt wanna believe it since shes like Janine’s age. Al throughout the school year Mels flirting wt reader at the same time she casually seeing mr fireman and so reader is conflicted. Comes ep 4, when Mel gets pissed by mr firemans rejection, reader hatches a plan to come clean and bare her feelings to Melissa but then she hears ‘The’ convo where mel says she doesnt wanna stay casual anymore and then reader leaves crying she didnt hear that mels reason is that she wanna be wt reader. Queue more angst before their happy ending, please decide how that goes.
….. and all that.. im sorry this is such a specific promt the ep just got to me real good😭
Hey anon! I'm totally with you on how you feel about the firefighter! I wasn't going to write this so soon after it was sent to me but after seeing him in the most recent episode, let's just say I immediately starting writing this out of hatred for him. And I would like to ask for someone to warn me if he's ever in a future episode! I watch the episode the next day on Disney+ so there's time for a warning, just saying. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!
Summary: Everyone keeps telling you that Melissa likes you and you're not sure if you believe them or not.
She Likes Me, She Likes Me Not
Warnings: Jealous reader
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“Hey Y/n.” Melissa tells you and you turn around to see her behind you in the parking lot.
“Hi Melissa! How was your weekend?” You ask her.
“It was good, I saw Robinson again.” She tells you and you hum. “What bout you?”
“Had a relaxing weekend after all the grading I had to do last week for the mid term report cards.” You say and she smiles.
“That’s good, you deserve a relaxing weekend.” She says as she gets her phone out from her bag.
“Thank you. Is that a new blazer?” You ask her and she nods.
“It is, I’m glad someone always notices.” She tells you.
“Well I notice a lot of things about you.” You say and she looks at you with a smile.
“Is that so?”
“Ya, and might I add, as much as the blazers look good on you, your leather jackets look really good on you.” You tell her and she laughs.
“Like women in leather jackets, hon?” She asks and you shrug.
“Maybe.” You say.
“Well maybe I’ll wear one tomorrow just for you.” She tells you and you look at her and she winks with a smile. You feel a flutter in your stomach at that before her phone gets a notification. “Captain Rob is messaging me already, it’s not even 8am.” She complains as she enjoys quiet mornings before she has to teach.
“You don’t have to reply right…and you’re already replying.” You say as you see her put her glasses on and begin texting.
“If I don’t reply right away then I might forget.” She tells you and walk into the breakroom.
“Would it be bad if you forgot?” You ask her and she chuckles before she puts her lunch box in the fridge.
“Maybe not, it’d be bad if I forgot to message you back.” She says as she’s getting some coffee from the pot and you put your lunch in the fridge. 
“Damn right it would be.” You say and she smiles at you.
“Do you need some coffee?” She asks and you nod before looking at the pot.
“Just take the last of this one and I’ll make another pot.” You tell her.
“No, give me your mug.” She says and you tilt your head.
“Meli-”
“Give me your mug or the rest of the coffee is getting poured on your head.” She says sternly.
“You wouldn’t, would you?” 
“Wanna find out?” She asks and you give her your mug.
“Not really.” You tell her.
“Wise choice.” She says and then the trio calls you over. You thank Melissa for the coffee before going to sit down with the trio. Melissa then makes a new pot of coffee while glancing at you a few times. The only one who seemed to notice her glancing at you is Barb.
“You could just tell her your feelings.” Barb mutters as Melissa sits down with her coffee.
“No idea what you’re talking about.” Melissa tells her.
“Girl, you like her and she likes you, so just tell her.” Barb says, quietly enough so you don’t hear.
“She doesn’t like me, she’s the same age as the trio over there. She wouldn’t like someone who’s my age.” Melissa says and Barb shakes her head.
“She likes you, we all see it.”
“I’m not going to tell her, plus I like having these casual relationships.” Melissa tells her.
“Alright.” Barb says and then Melissa glances at you telling some story to the trio and she smiles before she remembers what Barb said and she looks down.
“So are you going to tell Melissa?” Janine asks you quietly so Melissa doesn’t hear.
“Tell her what?” You ask.
“That you like her.” Janine says as your jaw drops as Jacob looks at you with interest as he waits for your answer.
“I-I, how do you know?” You ask her.
“Because it’s obvious.” She simply says and both Jacob and Gregory nod.
“Well I’m not going to say anything.” You tell them.
“Why not?” Jacob asks you.
“Because she’s still having that casual thing with the fireman.” You tell them.
“But if you told her then she might stop so she can be with you.” Janine says enthusiastically and you shake your head.
“I think you also forget the fact that she doesn’t have feelings for me.” You say.
“Oh she has feelings for you.” She tells you and Jacob nods.
“It’s obvious.” Jacob says.
“She’s just nice and funny, doesn’t mean she has feelings for me.” You tell them and they don’t look convinced but drop the subject.
On Tuesday morning she walks to her classroom and she passes by your classroom and sees you spinning in your chair. She stops at your doorway and knocks on the door.
“What are you doing, hon?” She asks.
“Getting dizzy.” You say and she walks in. “Getting my mind off of all the work I’ll have to do next week.” You say and she hums before she stops your chair and you see she’s staring at you. “Woah, there’s like 5 of you, I honestly can barely handle one of you.” You say and she giggles.
“I get that a lot.” She jokes. “Maybe having some coffee and talking to some coworkers will help.” She suggests.
“Maybe.” You tell her and stand up. You go to walk but still slightly dizzy and you lose your balance and fall into Melissa but luckily she catches you. “Maybe I need a minute.” You say as she helps you sit back in your chair. 
“So what do your little 3rd graders have to do next week that you’re stressed about?” She asks and you look at her.
“You say that like an insult.” You tell her and she tilts her head. “They have two tests next week and because the art teacher is on vacation, I don’t have that free period to mark them.” You tell her and she sits on your desk.
“Well if you want then I can help you mark them next week.” She offers and you look at her.
“Melissa, you have your own work to grade.” You say and she puts her feet on the arms of your chair and gets you to look at her.
“I’m offering to help because I can. Now, do you want me to help or not?” She asks and you look at her.
“Yes, please.” You tell her and she smiles.
“Then I’ll help, now was that so hard?” She asks and you sigh.
“Yes.” You mutter under your breath and she tilts her head.
“What was that?”
“I said no.” You say and she hums.
“That’s what I thought. Now, come on, let’s get some coffee in you.” She says as she gets down, gets you to stand up and brings you to the break room by grabbing your hand.
You and Melissa have gotten close since the beginning of this year as you returned for another year at Abbott after you got hired and took her third graders so she didn’t have a split class for another year. She avoided you for the first 6 months of your first year but then slowly began talking to you as it seemed like you were staying. Over the summer you began realising that you have a crush on her as you began to miss her. You ended up sending her a text at the beginning of August to tell her happy birthday and then you kept texting her, and to your surprise she kept texting you back. She ended up asking you on the 2nd week of August to meet up to spend some time together before school starts and you immediately said yes. 
Since the school year started, her attitude towards you changed drastically as it seemed like she actually cares about you. She’s brought in a few dishes for you to try, has invited you to her house to have dinner, makes jokes when you’re having a bad day, knows how to calm you down when a parent or anyone else makes you mad, and she tries to help you anyway she can as you’re a new teacher. You decided early on that you’re not going to question her or make a big deal out of it as you like the attention she’s giving you. Unfortunately last year you were at the CPR training and overheard her talking about being casual with captain Robinson, so when you caught feelings for her, you decided to keep it a secret.
On Wednesday you were filling out a student’s file while Melissa was writing something down. You put the file in the cabinet and then went back to Melissa.
“So what are you doing on the weekend?” You ask her.
“Nothing yet, why? Got something you want to do?” She asks and you nod.
“Well I was thinking maybe we can order some pizza and watch a movie on Saturday night.” You offer and she smiles as the front door opens.
“Sure, sounds like fun, we can have it at my place.” She tells you and you nod before she looks to see who entered and you both see Gary there.
“Hey Gary.” She says and then looks at you as you start to walk away. “I’ll see you later, Y/n.” She says and you nod before you leave them to have a moment alone.
Gary walks in a few minutes after you and goes to the vending machine as you’re making a coffee.
“Hey Y/n.” He says to you and you look at him.
“Hi Gary, how’ve you been?” You ask him and then look at him.
“Well I’m getting married.” He says with a smile.
“Oh congrats, that’s what you wanted.” You say as you remember the reason that Melissa dumped him.
“Ya I do. So how have you been?” He asks.
“I’ve been good, finished report cards on time so that’s always good.” You tell him with a small laugh.
“Ya, that is good. So how long have you and Melissa been dating?” He casually asks and you furrow your eyebrows.
“Me and Melissa? Oh we’re not dating. Why-why would you think we’re dating?” You ask him.
“Because of the look you two gave each other in the hallway.” He tells you and you look down. “Oh I see, feelings are there but no one’s admitted anything.” He says.
“There’s only feelings on my end, none on hers.” 
“Look, take it from me, from someone who’s been with Melissa. She likes you but just like she was with me, she’s too scared to admit it.” He says before he continues refilling the vending machine. You then let it run through your brain as the bell rings and the other teachers start to filter in after a few minutes.
“Hey Y/n, so what movie do you want to watch on Saturday?” Melissa asks as she walks in.
“I don’t know, but I have a feeling you might have a suggestion.” You tell her and she smiles.
“I might.” She says as she grabs her lunch and gets her food out as you listen to a few of her suggestions. As she mentions the suggestions, you notice Gary looking at you and you glance at him and he has a smile on his face. He then mouths ‘she likes you’ to you and you look back at Melissa who seems to be giving you a description of the movies to help you decide which one to watch.
On Thursday you happen to arrive at the same time as Jacob and Melissa. You hear parts of their conversation as you’re texting a couple friends back.
“So who are you bringing to Gary’s wedding?” You hear Jacob ask.
“Probably Captain Robinson, he’s always a good time.” She says and you look up from her phone as thoughts race through your mind all at once.
“Jacob, he’s still saved in my phone as fireman number two, I think we’re good.” Melissa tells Jacob and realised you missed a whole conversation. You’re even more conflicted now as you think that Melissa immediately thought to invite Captain Rob instead of someone else or even you. If she likes you like everyone says then why didn’t she think to invite you instead?
You notice a shift in Melissa at lunch as she storms into the breakroom. You wait until after school to talk to her. You catch up with her in the parking lot and she turns around to face you after you call out to her.
“Hey, just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” You tell her.
“Captain Rob turned me down for Gary’s wedding.” She admits. “He already has plans with another girl on the same night.” 
“Well that’s his loss. I bet that you’re more fun at a wedding than whatever he has planned with that girl.” You say to her.
“They’re going to the symphony.” She says and you scoff.
“See? His loss.” You tell her and she smiles.
“Thanks, just disappointed. Thought I’d have a date for my ex-boyfriend’s wedding.” She says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She tells you and you nod before she walks to her car and drives off.
That night, the thoughts go through your mind. You think this might be the right time to tell her about your feelings. That firefighter is going out with another girl and Melissa is looking for a date to the wedding. You think you should just tell her that you can go to the wedding with her and that you have a crush on her, that you have for 8 months.
On Friday morning you walk in with some confidence. You went over your speech all evening and you have the perfect one that you want to say. You know Melissa is here as you saw her car in the parking lot. You walk through the school and make it to the break room, before you walk in you hear Melissa yelling and you open the door slightly to hear the conversation.
“No, no I don’t think I do.” You hear Melissa say softly.
“I think someone wants to go steady.” Barb says and you lean in closer to see if you can hear who they’re talking about.
“I think it’s good that Captain Rob rejected you. Made you realise you don’t want to be casual anymore.” Jacob says and you freeze.
She wants to be with Captain Robinson? Him! Why him! Everyone was saying that she liked you and now here she was saying that she wants to be with Captain Rob. You then run away to your classroom, lock the door, and then you let the tears flow. 20 minutes pass by and you hear a knock on your door and you try not to make any noise as you were right on the other side of the door. You look at the time and see you still have 10 minutes until school starts.
“Y/n, are you in here?” You hear Melissa ask. A few seconds pass and you press your ear to the door and you hear her sigh. “Where could she be?” You hear Melissa ask before you hear her heels get more and more faint as she walks away. 
Melissa being casual with people was one thing, you can live with that, but here in a relationship is completely different. You’d have to watch as he hugs her, kisses her, touches her, makes her happy the way you want to be with her. You end up avoiding her the rest of the day as you try to work out your feelings and process the information of her choosing him instead of you. Melissa takes notice of how you don’t look her way or talk to her at lunch, you don’t text her throughout the day and you don't wait for her in the hallway so you can both walk to your cars together. Melissa is confused by this sudden change and she doesn’t even know what happened. She tells Barb as she walks with her to their cars together.
“Maybe she’s going through something and just needs some space. But you’re seeing her tomorrow so she might be back to herself by then.” Barb says and Melissa nods as she reaches her car.
“Ok, ya, maybe. I really do need to talk to her.” Melissa says before she gets in her car and drives home. 
The next day around noon, Melissa is cleaning up and she feels a vibration in her pocket. She reaches in her pocket and takes her phone out and sees she got a text from you. She quickly goes into her phone and her smile drops at your text.
You: Sorry, have to cancel, I think I’m sick
Melissa: Ok, hope you feel better
Melissa sends the text and puts her phone back in her pocket and slumps down onto the couch. She was looking forward to spending time with you, to have fun with you, to talk to you about something important. She then realises that she can still do two of those things before she goes to have a shower. After a shower she gets dressed, does her hair, makeup, puts her leather jacket on and then she’s out the door. She knocks on your door 10 minutes later and you open your door without checking who was there first.
“Melissa?” You ask before you cough.
“Hey hon, I figured I could come over and help you get better.” She says and you stare at her before you step aside to let her in. She steps aside and takes a good look at you after you close the door. You’re wearing your robe, hair up in a ponytail, eyes slightly puffy and your nose is red, more than likely from blowing your nose. 
In all honesty, you don’t know if you’re sick or just heartbroken and the symptoms match both. You were coughing a lot but it could have just been from the screaming and crying you’ve been doing, so now your throat is dry. You have to blow your nose a lot but it could just be from all the crying. You know you don’t look your best as the colour has left your face quite a bit but that was also a symptom of being sick and heartbroken.
“Do you have a fever?” She asks and you shrug.
“I don’t know.” You say, voice raspy and dry. “I have a runny nose, coughing and feeling lethargic.” You explain and she hums.
“Sounds like just a small cold. Do you have medicine?” She asks and you nod.
“Bathroom cabinet.” You say as you sit back on the couch. Melissa has been at your place numerous times so she knows where most things are by now. She comes back with the medicine a couple minutes later and gets a spoon from the kitchen. Your house is a bachelor, so everything is open and Melissa has told you many times that she likes your open kitchen, more room to cook. She goes up to you, puts some medicine on the spoon and feeds it to you before she puts it down on the coffee table and sits on the couch next to you.
“Have you eaten at all?” She asks and you shake your head.
“Don’t have an appetite right now. I just want to sleep.” You tell her.
“You can put your head on my lap if you want, I don’t mind.” She says and you look at her in confusion.
“Melissa, why are you here?” You ask her and she tilts her head.
“I already told you, I came to help take care of you.” She says and you lay down, head on the pillow on the other side of the couch from Melissa. 
“Don’t know why you care.” You mutter before falling asleep. Even though you muttered it on the brink of sleep, Melissa clearly heard it and she furrowed her eyebrows. 
You wake up and you smell something good and hear movement behind you. You look over and see Melissa making something in your kitchen. You see some grocery bags as well and realise she went to the store to get some things to cook for you. You then notice that there’s a blanket around you and a box of kleenex on the coffee table close by. You stand up and wrap the blanket back around you before you make your way over to the kitchen.
“Hey, you’re awake. You should go back and rest.” Melissa says as she sees you walking over.
“I need to stretch my legs. What are you doing?” You ask her.
“Making soup. Something full of what you need to help you feel better and also something easy to digest.” She explains. 
You watch as she continues making the food as you sit down at the kitchen island. She hands you a small bowl of the soup when she’s done as she puts some in another bowl for herself. You take a couple small bites and you hum.
“It’s good.” You tell her and she smiles.
“Did you have any doubt that it wouldn’t?” She asks and you can’t help but smile.
“Maybe a little bit of doubt.” You say and she rolls her eyes playfully. You eat the whole bowl as she only gave you half a bowl.
“Want more? I made plenty. There’s like 10 servings of the soup left.” She tells you and you shake your head. 
“I’m good for now, but thank you.” You tell her and she nods before you go to the couch after she refused to let you help clean up. She joins you on the couch a few minutes later and she looks at you.
“Can I ask you something?” She asks and you nod. “Before you fell asleep, you muttered something, you said, don’t know why you care.” She says and you let out a breath. “Do you really think I don’t care about you?” She asks you.
“Just don’t know why you’re here instead of at your new boyfriend’s place.” You say and she furrows her eyebrows in confusion.
“Boyfriend? And who’s this boyfriend that I apparently have?” She asks.
“Or at least your future boyfriend, Captain Robinson.” You tell her and she turns her body towards you and moves some loose strands out of your face that fell out of your ponytail.
“Hon, he’s not my boyfriend, he’s never going to be my boyfriend.” She says and you look at her.
“But, you were angry that he was going out with another girl and you said you didn’t want to be casual with him anymore.” You say and she tilts her head.
“How do you know I don’t want to be casual with him anymore?” She asks.
“I overheard your conversation in the break room on Friday morning.” You admit and she hums.
“And how much of that conversation did you hear?” 
“Just the ending. That you don’t want to be casual, that you want a relationship with him, and Jacob saying something about that it’s good that he rejected you.” You tell her.
“Is that why you avoided me on Friday?” She asks and since you have nothing to lose, you nod.
“I see.” She says and you look to see her thinking about something. Thinking about how to phrase the next sentence. “You seemed to have eavesdropped at the worst moment.” Is all she says and you look at her in confusion.
“The worst moment? I shouldn’t have eavesdropped at all!” You yell as you stand up, blanket dropping from your shoulders. “If I didn’t then I wouldn’t have heard that you want to be in a relationship with that…dumbass!” You yell and Melissa gets up and goes to you. “No! Don’t come near me!” You yell at her and she stops in her place and nods.
“Ok, I’ll stay here.” She tells you.
“Do you have any idea what it’s been like for me? To watch from the sidelines, how you sleep with man after man who definitely don’t deserve you in the slightest.” You say and she opens her mouth to say something but you keep going. “Or how it feels to have fallen for a person who doesn’t even think twice about you? Cause I’ve fallen for you and think about you all the time and you just see me as a friend to hang out with every now and then.” You say and then realise you just confessed your feelings by accident. You then fall down and start crying on the floor. Melissa immediately runs to you and wraps her arms around you. “I said don’t touch me!” You yell and try to break free but she holds on and you eventually just give up fighting and cry in her arms.
“Shh, it’s ok.” She soothes, trying to calm you down. She moves one of her hands to your head and begins scratching your scalp and rests your head on her chest. Eventually you run out of tears and your whole body feels like it can’t move so you just stay wrapped up in her arms on the floor. “You’re ok.” She says and you take out your hair elastic as it started bothering you and let your hair fall around your face. Melissa moves your hair out of your face before she shifts to get more comfortable on the floor.
“I probably just ruined everything between us.” You say with a sniffle.
“No, you didn’t.” She tells you softly. “Truth is I’m glad you mentioned having feelings for me, it just makes this easier.” She says and you lift your head to look at her.
“Makes what easier?” You say.
“Earlier when I said that you eavesdropped at the worst moment, I said it because you didn’t hear that I was talking about you.” She admits and you just stare at her. “I was talking about wanting to end being casual with Robinson and be with you.” She adds and your jaw drops. “Y/n, I like you but I’ve been so scared about telling you. I thought that maybe you liked me as well but you’re 30, you’re 24 years younger than me. I thought that maybe you don’t want to be with someone as old as me.” She tells you and you surge forward and kiss her. 
Melissa is shocked for a second but then kisses you back, she puts her hands in your hair and keeps you close as she doesn’t want the kiss to stop. You both pull back when air is needed and she leans her forehead against yours with a soft smile. 
“So if I got this right, that Captain never stood a chance.” You say and Melissa giggles.
“You got that right.” She says with a smile before you go and kiss her again. You kiss her with more force than she was expecting and she ends up falling backwards on her back with you on top, still kissing her, and she laughs.
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st0nerlesb0 · 16 days ago
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Could you write a fic where Billie takes her childhood best friend to a secret beach she’s never shown anyone else? They collect seashells, run barefoot in the surf, and lie on a blanket watching clouds. Maybe Billie gets caught staring a little too long, and they finally confess feelings as the tide rolls in
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childhood lover
i think we could do it if we tried,
if only you say your mine.
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summary: your childhood bestfriend, finally came to see you, why do you feel a certain way tho?
warnings: none!
wordcount: 5,185(gah damn)
a/n: soooo i love this request, i might have written it bad, if i did pleaseee tell me. and i loveee clairo. okay byee loves, mwah!
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the sun was shining thru your window, outside of your curtains, on you. it was bright but you could practically smell the cold air coming thru the crack of your window, you wanted to sleep in, be lazy for a bit but some body had other plans. you heard your phone ringing and sat up leaning against the headboard to answer the call.
"hello?"
"heyy baby do you wanna go somewhere?"
you didnt know why but the pet name sent a shiver down your body, you didnt know what you were feeling but you brushed it off replying.
"sure bils, when do you wanna go?"
"ill be there ina few, be ready"
you were excited to see her, your childhood best friend, you haven't seen each other in a few years. you were sad when you moved years earlier but you were seeing her now so it was okay.
"okay ill be ready, bye bils"
"bye baby, see you sooonn"
that damn name again, you still didn't know what you were feeling. maybe you were just excited to see her but this feeling didnt feel like 'excited', it felt maybe 'nervous'? you brushed off the feeling, pushing it down.
you got ready in a white tube top and some cute jean shorts you found when you were thrifting, you didnt know where you guys were going but it was summer so you dressed light anyways. you did your hair in waves, and did some makeup but only mascara and lipgloss, not a lot.
when you started putting your converse on you heard billies dodge challenger revving up outside, you quickly finished putting your shoes on and grabbed your purse.
when you got outside you saw billie leaning against the hood of her car, looking at you. was she checking you out?
no she wasnt, she was just looking at you.
you shook the feeling off, and greeted her by hugging her.
"hi bils, i haven't seen you in so longg"
"i know, im actually so happen to see youu"
she said hugging you back and resting her head in the crook of your neck, rocking back and forth. you loved hugging people especially her, her hugs were always the best, you felt so comfortable in her arms. she rubbed your back and let go to open the passenger car door for you.
"here m'lady"
she said it ina fake posh way that made you laugh and your checks heat up.
when she got in her seat, she gave you her phone to play music from. you chose sofia by clairo, your absolute favorite artist besides billie.
you were singing the lyrics and you heard billie singing them with you. after the song was done, others were playing but you asked where you guys were going.
"where are we going?"
you asked leaning towards her, crossing your arms on the center consol.
"i cant tell you, its a surprisee"
she said grinning, looking at you then back at the road. you huffed and leaned back in your seat.
"why cant you tell me?
"because baby then it wont be a surprise"
you said "fine" and started looking outside the window of her car, seeing birds flying over in the sky. you loved looking at the sky.
after a bit, billie parked and got out, opening your car door for you. you said thank you and grabbed your purse.
"okay where are we?"
"i haven't showed anybody this place yet cause i wanted you to see it first"
you saw a beach down a path that was hidden with rocks and trees. you jumped with joy and started running towards the beach, billie was laughing at your actions knowing you loved beaches. thats why she showed you.
she had liked you for as long as she remembered but you had moved away so she couldn't act on it.
when she caught up with you, you guys sat down on the sand. after a few minutes, you took off your tube top saying you wanted to swim.
"bils do you wanna swim?"
you were taking off your jean shorts too, you didnt care how you looked in front of her because youve known her for so long, it didn't matter.
"yeah let's go"
she said looking at you for a bit, hoping you didn't notice before she took off her baggy shirt and her baggy shorts, she constantly wore everywhere.
you guys were in your underwear and bras jumping in the water, it was like when you guys would swim when you were kids but it felt different now. like an energy was hiding but you didn't know what it was.
after swimming for a bit you guys put your clothes back on, regretting packing more clothes but it was fine. you guys ran around and picked out seashells for each other, like you did when you were younger.
after a bit you guys were tired so billie grabbed a blanket from her car and laid it down, so you guys could lay down and watch the clouds move. you guys saw different things in the clouds, bunnies, cats, dogs and maybe frogs.
you felt someone staring, and you turned to see billie looking at you. when you asked she didn't even respond, she just kept looking at you with hearts in her eyes. you asked if she was okay and turned on your side.
"you okay? youre staring."
"yeah i-im okay, you just look really pretty today"
"thank you bils, your so sweet."
you said rubbing her shoulder, after she had turned on her side. you saw her open her mouth to say something but hesitate.
"hey can i tell you something?"
"yes, of course billie, what is it? "
you looked at her waiting for her answer.
"i know this is probably going to shock you but i.. i like you, like a lot and i have since... forever really. you dont have to like me back, i just wanted you to know. "
you looked at her and smiled widely, you finally knew what you were feeling cause she was feeling the same thing.
"i like you too bils... a lot. maybe too much."
you said resting your hand on her cheek, rubbing your thumb on her cheekbone. she rested her hand on yours and leaned closer to you. you could feel your heartbeat racing, thumping out of your chest. she leaned over you resting on her elbow, and put her hand on your cheek.
"can i kiss you?"
"yeah"
she kissed you softly, like she was scared youd back out and say she was weird or something but you leaned up and kissed her back. after you guys kissed, she rested her forehead on yours.
"i missed you so much, you have no idea"
"me too bils so much"
she laid down next to you, cuddling into your side on the blanket and you guys watched the clouds again but it was more peaceful.
after, you guys packed up and went to her house, got changed and took a nap on the bed with shark. you didn't mean to but she was so comfortable so it was hard not to.
you just know that your feelings had finally gotten out and you didn't have to be unsure about it, you liked her and she liked you. thats all that mattered.
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saiintvalentiine · 6 months ago
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Summary: In the aftermath of the 100 days in the End Barrens, Wato can't help but want Wifies's company. It's a double edged sword.
Notes: spoilers for wato's 100 days in the hardest minecraft biome!!!!!!! anyway. huh. wuh. i feel like i wrote this possessed. this is a rough and quick fic, using my partial voidwalker clonefies headcanon bc uhhhhh teehee it'd be funny???? definitely not a perfect work and i didnt explore everything id have liked to but i think it's fun. enjoy! divider
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Wato doesn’t usually spend all their time with others. Not that they’re antisocial, just that escape room planning and building can become an all encompassing set of tasks that pull them away from talking to people. It's involving, fulfilling, and sometimes a quiet, singular endeavor.
But Wifies is here.
He's been here all day, even, filling up Wato’s space, though he does so quietly. He sits across from them on the other side of their desk, writing notes over the plan for one of the rooms Wato is working on. He breathes evenly, though his breath hitches with frustration when things don't add up on paper, and he writes with an easy rhythm that Wato can just about tune out when they focus. He's wearing a black and white sweater, and his headband glints silver in the light, and he's real, and he's here, and he's been here all day because Wato asked, and he's never said no to them.
Wifies glances up. His eyes are a deep, dark violet that makes Wato's skin crawl. Their ears pin back before flicking back into place. He looks back down to his blueprints without comment.
He's so good to them. Wato knows that they've been staring a lot. Wifies takes it in stride, had laughed awkwardly at first before accepting that this was just how Wato was today.
“Is it turning out well?” Wato asks. The silence is getting to them.
“It is, just a couple things that I wish would work better,” he says with a sigh, tapping his pencil on the page. “Like here. I know that it's impossible, but I wish there was a way to guarantee a player left their wool behind, because carpets would be basically an ace for the next room. They'd barely have to puzzle solve if they have carpet.”
Wifies's voice has a kind of consistency that unnerved Wato once upon a time. It reminded them too much of the factory for a while. Now, it's the most comforting thing in the world, the perceived consistency actually crackling with emotion and variance, always soothing and never raised. Wifies is talking and Wato is listening. It's good.
“— and that's all I can think of doing right now, but adding a skulk sensor is kinda a whole different can of worms isn't it?”
Wifies rests his head on his fist, looking at his blueprints like they personally offended him.
“Maybe it's time for a break then. Tea?”
Wifies perks up and Wato laughs. Wato likes tea fine, though they really drink more coffee than anything, but they keep some of the good stuff around just for Wifies. They make their way out of Wato's office and Wifies is behind and his footsteps are muffled, despite Wato’s exceptional hearing. Wato keeps looking over their shoulder at him. He's there, of course, slightly shorter than Wato and not nearly as sleep deprived.
“Hi,” Wifies says as he catches Wato's eye, a little awkward, mostly sincere.
“Hi,” Wato says back. “I have a new tin of rosehip tea.”
Wifies makes a pleased sound, happy and high, though high for him is still pretty low. He loves his teas. Wato doesn't get rosehip, the flavor a bit bland and unlikable to them, but Wifies likes it well enough.
“Rosehip with jasmine is good, they give each other extra flavor and body,” Wifies says, reading Wato's mind as usual.
The kitchen is a small, tight, highly decorated space. Wifies navigates it effortlessly, just as easily as Wato can navigate his kitchen. They're intertwined like that. Easily, effortlessly. Wato measures out coffee grounds, sets his coffee machine up, loses track of Wifies in the noise of the kitchen.
“Wato, can you—”
Darkness, violet, the staticky scent of void and its magicks— Wato jumps, knocking over the sugar container in one fell swoop.
“Fuck,” they say eloquently.
“Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, let me help.”
Wifies cleans up the sugar on the counter, rights the container, and refills it, all while Wato breathes through their initial panic. It was just— they know, they know they're home, they know the End Barrens are long gone, server deleted off the face of the universe, but for a moment, Wifies was just—
“Sorry,” Wifies says again quietly. “I noticed you were jumpy, I should've been more careful not to scare you.”
“No, it's— you're fine. It's fine.”
Wato shakes it off, or at least tries to. Wifies is looking at them the way he always does when he isn't sure what he's done wrong but knows for a fact something’s gone awry. He's surprisingly expressive when he wants to be, eyes round and warm and violet. God. Wato suppresses a flinch, tail lowering.
“Sorry,” Wifies says again.
Wato feels bad. They pat the top of Wifies's head (touch is like an ache, in a way, it's been so long since they've really been skin to skin with anyone, but Wifies's hand touched theirs as they exchanged blueprints and it almost hurt, so deprived of it that it's presence becomes painful) and revel in the springiness of his curls.
“I didn't mean to react so harshly, sorry.”
They finish making their tea and coffee in a spiderweb of thin silence. Wifies stays in their line of sight, leading on the trip back to the office and holding the door open. Wato appreciates it. They work until the sun sets and the daylight sensors activate the redstone lamps in Wato's ceiling.
“I should get going,” Wifies says, which Wato hates to hear. “I need to edit some footage, see if I can get some work done. But, uh, I'll be back tomorrow?”
The way his voice lilts is soft, hesitant. Wato would prefer to not be away from him at all. How could they even explain it? Hey, I was so lonely I imagined you, and now I can't stop myself from wanting your presence to know that you're real and I'm free. And also I missed you. Also your voidwalker traits set me off. Wato hasn't even told him anything about the challenge! Wifies didn't ask. Wato had messaged him, please help me with blueprints?, and Wifies had come with a single minded determination to do so.
Wato thinks maybe that's why it was Wifies and not anyone else. Wifies is kind, thoughtful, always holding his hand out for someone to take. He helps. Even back in the factory, the little Wato remembers of it, the clones were meek things that always wanted to know what Wato was doing, if they could help. Wato could never respond, the mask uninterested in such mindless puppets, but they remember the feeling of it.
It always felt good. Felt like being seen.
“Uh, sure, yeah,” Wato drums their fingers on the desk. “Yeah, bright and early. Or whenever you can I guess. I would— I'd really appreciate it.”
“Of course. Bright and early.”
Wifies smiles. He still leaves, and it still sets Wato’s stomach rolling, but Wato spent most of a hundred days alone, and one more day won't kill them. It won't. The isolation had tried and failed.
At least they can sleep here. Their petal pink bed has never been so enticing a sight. They keep the lights on in their room these days, daylight sensors connected to every room through newly opened redstone channels in the roof and walls. The dark is— it's not good, uncomfortable, they don't want to say the word that comes to mind at first.
Wato pops blocks into a jukebox. It's the longest disc they have and it fills the room with whimsy as they lay in bed and try to sleep. It's kind of hard, sleeping with noise and light, but it's more comforting than it is difficult.
They don't dream.
Wato couldn't be any more grateful for that as dawn cracks the sky open and the redstone lamps shut off. They’re sure that the morning will pass like a blur until Wifies arrives, routine deeper than bone taking over, but there’s a knock at the door as they’re eating. When Wato opens it, it’s Wifies. The morning light makes him golden, but only just; he’s so pale and dark that gold doesn’t work right on him.
“Bright and early,” Wifies says after a beat of silence.
“You took that so literally,” Wato says, opening the door wider and waving Wifies in.
Wifies walks in and he jingles. It’s the strangest thing. Wato looks down and sees a glint of silver on his boots. Wifies notices of course, and he kicks up a heel. Hanging off the loop at the back of his boot is a silver hoop decorated with a colorful feather charm that rattles against the hoop every time he moves.
“Parrot got them for me,” Wifies says, lifting up his pant leg so it’s more visible. “They come in pairs, but I took the other one off and put a different charm on it.”
He shows off the other boot, and Wato sees that the hoop has a black and white yin-yang charm instead.
“You’re so predictable,” Wato says with a snort, closing the door behind them.
“I like having a brand.”
“Yeah yeah, c’mon.”
The irregular weight of each charm makes them reasonably noisy as Wifies walks, makes it easy for Wato to keep track of him with a flicked ear, and they don’t want to ask why he’s suddenly started wearing them.
Their day goes the same as yesterday— time spent at Wato’s desk, scratching through blueprints and discussing different solutions. Soon it’d reach the point where they’d have to start building to fully work out any kinks and get it running.
“You think Ken is gonna break it?” Wifies asks at one point. He’s chewing on the end of his pen— his pen, because Wato banned him from using their pens after he popped one with his teeth a few months ago— and he’s not looking at Wato.
He knows he’s done something wrong. Or, he thinks he knows he’s done something wrong. He’s dodgy the way a dog might be, still committing the crime but looking preemptively apologetic about it.
“Ken. . . I’m not sure if I’m gonna ask Ken to do anything for a while,” Wato says carefully. It’s not like they want to string Wifies between them like a knot. “The 100 days. . . Ken left me alone before the first quarter was even done. So I’m not really in the mood to share with them right now.”
Wifies stops chewing on his pen long enough to say, “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Wifies doesn't continue to chew on his pen.
“So you finished 100 days by yourself?”
“I did.”
“Must’ve been hard.”
He means it too. He's not placating or trying to push the conversation, he means it, he knows what the End Barrens are like and he means it.
“It was.”
“Was there— like, what even spawned?”
“No structures or anything. Just. . . a lot of Endermen. Lots and lots of Endermen. Wandering traders, pillager patrols, that kind of thing. Um, underground there was some copper and iron too actually. They generated with blobs of granite and such.”
Wifies nods along, hums at the right times, but he's looking at the blueprints again and not at Wato.
“Must've been really, really hard. How'd you get to the Nether then?”
“Y'know how like— how wandering traders will turn invisible at night? And then in the morning they drink milk? I killed one just as they drank the milk and it dropped the bucket, and I used that to create a Nether portal. I had to haul lava over and over again to spawn, it was so tedious. And then the pillager patrols, the ominous banner they drop? I used that and some lava to light the portal.”
“And from there it was probably easier.”
Probably. The Nether had so many more resources to use. But the lava had been too lustrous and the days too long and Wato had stepped right off that cliff and ended it all.
“Yeah,” they say with a shrug. “Now I just kinda wanna focus on escape rooms again though. These are easy for me at least.”
“It's coming together real nice,” Wifies says. He's back to chewing on his pen.
“We can probably start building it tomorrow. I'm pretty sure we're almost done.”
There's a cracking noise and black ink splatters all over Wifies's mouth and clothes. He curses, and Wato scrambles for some tissues, the acrid scent of ink filling the air. They hand the tissues over, and Wifies presses them to his mouth. Wato finds a trash can and comes around to dump the popped pen into it. Thankfully, the now ruined blueprint Wifies was working on is one Wato has duplicates of, so they dump it out too.
Wifies keeps the tissues to his mouth though, and Wato gets concerned.
“Let me see,” Wato insists, placing the trash can down and turning Wifies's chair so they're facing each other.
Wifies glances up, his eyes are so violet, and then back down. The black ink stains right through the tissues, looks bloody despite the fact it's too dark to be blood.
Endermen don't bleed. Wato hadn't really realized it before the 100 days began, but Endermen don't bleed. They collapse into a dry pile of crackling scales and bones and eyes before poofing out of existence. Despite that, enderpearls are always a little slick with something like blood when first picked up; it's thin, periwinkle, and so quick to evaporate that you almost never get to feel it once you pick the pearl up. Wato had plenty of time to get acquainted with it, though.
“ ‘s okay,” Wifies struggles to talk, clearly holding his mouth open under the tissues so as to not swallow ink. “I just gotta clean up.”
Wifies stands up in a single jagged jerk, and Wato has to scramble back to not get hit by him. He leaves so quickly that Wato is shocked.
“Did you get hurt?” Wato calls out after him, shuffling to the doorway to peer down the hall where Wifies presumably ran off to the bathroom.
Wato waits and waits, but Wifies doesn't respond. Maybe he's just embarrassed? Wato hesitates for a moment longer before making their way to the bathroom. The door is shut. They knock.
“Wifies?”
“I'm good!” Wifies calls out, opening the door and peeking around it. “I'm okay, sorry for scaring you. The— I think a piece of the plastic split my lip, but it's all healed now.”
He's managed to get the ink off his face, and there are wet spots on his gray sweatshirt where the ink has stained it. There's a smudge of wine colored blood left on his upper lip though. It has a blue undertone, much cooler looking than Wato's own. Another reminder of the fact Wifies was made with void.
“Looks like you missed a spot,” Wato says, and Wifies turns back to wash his mouth again.
Does the water sting? Not everything from the End is allergic to water, and Wifies isn't explicitly spliced together with Enderman genetics. The cloning process was a mix of different things— technology, genetics, magic, there was even skulk involved at one point. Each clone was, ironically, unique in how it was made, no formula working the same twice in a row. This Wifies smells like void and the pseudo-citrus of chorus fruit, sees better in the dark, breathes out plumes of frozen breath when he's upset and can't always keep eye contact when angry.
Why did Wato cling to him so strongly?
Wifies turns around again, wiping at his mouth. They lock eyes and Wifies looks away. 
“Did I get it?”
“Why won't you look at me?”
Wifies startles, eyes wide as he forces himself to stare at Wato.
“What?”
“You’re avoiding looking at me. Why?”
“I'm not.”
“I'm not— you are, Wifies.”
“I,” Wifies looks away again. “You look. . . unhappy when I look at you. So I don't want to.”
It's easy to cling to Wifies. Gentle voiced Wifies who wants to be liked more than anything, facing Wato’s unconscious ire and not saying a word. Of course it had to be Wifies, because who else would put up with any of Wato's unsure madness? Who else would avoid Wato's gaze and put— put what are basically catbells on their boots just because Wato’s scared?
And that's the word, isn't it? Scared. Wato's scared. Now that it's over, now that the walls of their prison have fallen, they're scared of going back, of being alone, of fucking Endermen ruining their shit.
But really, they're not scared of Wifies. Hugging him is easy. 
“I'm sorry,” Wato says.
Wifies clams up. He barely hugs back. Contact burns, touch feels heavy, foreign, an unknown country that Wato only remembers as a blur.
“It's okay.”
“When I was almost done with the challenge, I imagined you being there,” Wato confesses. Wifies makes a strange, clicky noise. “I showed you around the world, and you listened to me, and told me little facts, and asked me questions. I was so alone, and I had to imagine you there. I've never wanted anything more than to just see you again.”
Wifies holds onto them in earnest now, tight and warm. There's nothing truly void-cold about him; he may run cool, but it’s nothing Wato can't help with.
“I missed you. The Endermen couldn't even compare.”
“But I remind you of them,” Wifies murmurs. “Not forever, but for now, I remind you of them.”
Wato imagines Wifies pulling away. They imagine him insisting that he doesn’t want to startle Wato so much, that maybe he should leave. Wato shudders at the thought.
“Please don't leave,” Wato's voice cracks, and now Wifies is holding them as they slump further into his body. It’s such a selfish request, and they know Wifies won’t say no, but they can’t stop themself from asking anyway. “Please. I'm sorry, I know I can't be pleasant to be around right now, but please don't leave me again.”
“I won't,” Wifies says. “I won't, you don't have to be alone.”
They don't want to cry. It would be— they didn't cry in those 100 days, even when they thought there was nothing left to give but tears. But Wifies is real, and here, and he's holding them so tightly that he has to be real, and for the first time since Wato got out of that wretched, rotting house of a world, they weep openly into a shoulder that won't leave.
Wifies doesn't say much. He's not the best with these kinds of strong emotions. But he hugs Wato, and hums a tune into their ear, and lets them ruin his sweatshirt even more, and it's more than Wato has had in over a hundred days.
Wato let's themself have this. Have Wifies. It feels good to have someone stay.
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satoruhour · 1 year ago
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Helllooo!!!! I hope you're doing well<33 I'm not sure if you're taking requests so this can be taken as a random rant as well. (I'm in my exam week-depressed-stressed era lol) but is it just me Or the animated version of choso and the mans voice actor just doubled his hotness!?? Hence why me is here to ask if you could do a choso street racer au, could be anything from him meeting at a race or him taking them drifting? Idk but I just need more racer choso au's😭😭😭
LUCKY DIME
a/n: oh no my love i hope your exams went well and that you’re resting comfortably now ❤️ OFCCCC i planned to write a racer!choso for so long i just didnt have any motivation / tagging @screampied
wc: 3k
warnings: racer!choso, reader is ‘dating’ a weirdo, fem!reader, threat of sexual assault (from weirdo guy), threatening harm, flashback, unsafe driving tendencies (dont follow them in this fic lol pls drive safely), semi-public sex (parking lot), car sex, slight nipple play, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, finger sucking, implied multiple rounds and p -> v sex later on, n*sfw under the cut
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choso hasn’t always been open about his origins — moving from the shimotsuma district to shibuya just two years ago in need of quick cash to send back to his struggling mother. it was a hard decision on both ends, with his mother advocating more for him to leave for a better life than the one she could offer. he acquiesced with a promise to earn enough to send back to her every month in return for the secret stash she provided for him and that promise meant everything. he was going to get money no matter what.
even if it meant meddling with the local yakuza, doing petty little tasks of collecting money, escorting the people important to the oyabun to their meeting places, being on lookouts while gambling and prostitution happens indoors. choso would never write back to his mother on what he’s been doing to get so much money, but if he’s able to send a hefty amount back to her on every 29th, he’s satisfied.
that is until he’s met with a couple arguing as they walk along the alleyway, creating such a ruckus that choso’s sure they could power the whole of shibuya — well, more of the man, anyways, saying something about racing and cars that he’s not even sure he catches on.
“well, if you just listened to her and opted for a flat-plane rather than use a cross-plane, maybe you wouldn’t have lost the race!” you’re throwing your hands up, struggling to walk behind in these new heels you bought while you navigate the dark alleyway. for a boy who’s expressed interest in you, he wasn’t doing well in trying to keep you one bit. you’d say he’s rather annoyed that you know so much about cars, trying to genuinely help him while he just sees it as attacks.
“yeah, well, if you kept your mouth shut, you wouldn’t have embarrassed me about losing to noritoshi.” you roll your eyes, unaware you’re passing a dangerous area with dangerous activities behind the door choso was guarding, nor do you notice the way the bodyguard perks up at the name of noritoshi, who sounds awfully familiar.
you scoff, “trust me, you embarrassed yourself the moment you tried to challenge the dude,” it was meant to be a harmless comment; noritoshi could never measure up to the famous four, but he practised his drifting hard enough and put in the hard work, stayed humble. he was everything that your “man” wasn’t, and it was only deserved that he didn’t win. ultimately, you didn’t expect much from a man in the illegal racing scene who only cared about who had the nicest engines and paint finishes.
“what’d you say?”
choso keeps a close eye on the both of you.
“it was nothing—” you sigh, reaching out to grab at his arm to get him to stop shouting so loud when you notice the person standing in front of a shady door — twin pigtails hairstyle with a dead look in his eyes and a tattoo across his nose, dressed up in a suit. it was scary enough walking through a dimly-lit alleyway, but your fear heightens when your eyes fall upon the surroundings of ashes of late night campfires, dried blood along the walls, and used condoms on the floor.
“no, no, tell me what you said, just so i know that i heard you right,” your “man” insisted, stepping up so close to you that your nerves were on high alert from the proximity and the possibility of that someone just a few feet away inflicting harm on the both of you.
“it was nothing! i just meant that you didn’t have a chance against noritoshi from the st—” it’s like you hit a sensitive nerve, because the next thing he’s doing is grabbing your wrist and dragging you along, not aware of how choso perks up even more, ready to leave his post. it borderline hurts with the way he grasps at your skin, paired with the discomfort of your heels and outfit, you can’t just wait to get home and rest up.
“ohh, so that’s what you said!” the man continues to tug you, not heeding your pleas for him to stop, “might as well just leave you here with the yakuza to see whether you stand a chance.”
that’s what the man was guarding . . wait.
a shout wretches out of you when you notice there’s no shadows at the door that’s lit simply with fluorescence at the same time the mysterious man has one hand each on your arms.
“who are you—” your “man” has the gall to speak first, shocked at the stronger grip of the other when he tears the fingers away from your wrist before stumbling back. the mysterious guy simply tugs you into his hold, levelling the other with just a stare from his eyes that’s got him babbling and stuttering in fear. you hate to admit that once the man beside you speaks, your body curls into his side — it’s like a smooth cup of coffee that you gravitate towards.
“do you want to repeat what you just said?” choso puts you behind him as he approaches the other, one step taken while the cowering one takes one step back. “because i can always open the door i’m guarding and let them take care of you, instead.”
“t-that wouldn’t be necessary—” he’s adamant on his threatening, taking out a flip phone and dialling numbers one by one, no doubt the number of his boss. he doesn’t even look at you, eyes trained on the pigtailed man as he continues to dial the number and pressing call. if choso’s being honest, he’s about to shit himself just as much, never having called his saiko-komon personally before so he only fakes the number, thanking the heavens that someone somewhere decided to call his boss’ phone just at the same time.
they all hear it, the familiar nokia ringtone from behind the door, but in choso’s ear, all it says is that it’s an invalid number that garners no answer. he talks over the operator’s voice anyway.
“yeah, i need you to take care of this guy. just outside here—” that’s enough for him to go running away, puddles splashing and his voice crying out for civilisation, although you’re not too happy yourself, afraid for your own fate. kept like a pet for the yakuza? made to work for them to pay off this small helping hand? commit—
you sit up from the hood, “you called a fake number?!” it’s hard to say when that fateful meeting turned into this over the past few months, asking choso to recount the night the two of you met out of curiosity when you realise that your yakuza-accountant boyfriend had dialled a fake number the whole time.
“i had just joined! i wasn’t going to phone my boss . .” he sheepishly says with head turned to you, and while you’re giving him brutal smacks on the shoulder (“what! if! he! hadn’t! run! away! were you going to let a phone operator beat him up?”), you’re still thankful he decided to step in at the right time even if his heroic act had been brought down a notch by this revelation.
it’s then that he asks about the whole racing thing you were involved in but you’re taken aback by the fact that he wasn’t going to make you do anything in return. even if the alley had boasted its dubiousness, you realise than the man standing in front of you was not much older than you, a childish sparkle in his eyes when you entertained the question. with a random number in your phone, it was up to you if you wanted to text him, but after a few races, you think that he was just too handsome to pass up.
choso picked up racing and drifting fast, joining your small group of friends of yuji, megumi and nobara who were all rising up the ranks. it was difficult, knowing the famous four, but it didn’t hurt trying to build a reputation in the underground scene. he practised around the docks, crashing into crates, sending the seagulls flying, and almost sending your scrap car over the edge.
“tokyo is pretty at this time of night,” choso mumbles as he sits up, too, liking the way you scooch closer to him on the hood of his 1967 Ford Mustang.
“tokyo is cold, i’m lucky i’m not freezing to death.” you tease him even when you’re wearing his warm jacket, squealing when his cold hands make it under the jacket and your shirt.
“how are you cold, that jacket’s wool!” he nestles his face into your neck, freezing nose touching the skin there and you giggle, trying your best to push him away. choso says that, but he’s happy to see you in his jacket while his arms tingle with both frost and lovesickness. “you’re just extra sensitive to the cold.”
before you can retaliate, though, he’s pulling away from your body heat to look you in the eye; it was a wonder he even got you, a girl who’s just so passionate about cars and who taught him everything he needed to know about it. six months down the road, he’s writing about something other than living paycheck to paycheck again, getting in some extra money from racing as well.
“wanna drive?”
you grin, hopping off his hood before jumping into the car beside him and he only laughs at your enthusiasm, hopping in after you and starting the ignition. you wish it was like this before every race: you beside him in the passenger seat as he gets ready to race against his opponent. the rev of the engine always excites you, knowing you contributed to the many modifications of his Mustang. but choso always says it’s dangerous for you — so you’re left to watch from the sidelines.
but now, as choso drifts down the mountain, you can’t help but stare at him as he changes gears every few seconds, hair blowing everywhere from the wind outside before he reaches the base and races off into the main road. you’re shouting in excitement, music blasting loudly from the cassette player while you dominate the streets at night.
“d’you think i can break 190, sweetheart?”
your jaw drops, “while drifting?” he nods, “you’re insane . . yeah, do it.”
choso’s laughter feels infinitely heavenly, stepping on the accelerator on a fairly empty road. he’s familiar with the traffic of the roads too, so at 4am, it’s basically deserted when he speeds down the gravel while he tries to break the speed limit. you feel on top of the world, a pretty road full of green lights on every turn; there’s a couple of sharp screeches from his tires as he navigates shibuya.
“hear that increased throttle response . .” you whistle when he presses his foot into the accelerator again, Mustang speeding off into the streets while you look over to him: hand holding the stick shift and one hand on the wheel. he’s as pretty as you remember him six months ago and his beauty truly hits you in the moment that you unconsciously rub your thighs together.
“all thanks to you, baby,” feels like the final blow, not knowing the effect he has on you until you’re waiting until he slows down to place your hand atop his on the steering wheel. there he lets you steer where you want to go, face melting into recognition at the place you’re taking him to.
“you’re nasty.” in the abandoned car park, he giggles when you’re shushing him as you make your way to the backseats, levelling him with a stare that begged him to hurry.
“yeah . . whatever, you like it.”
choso grins, switching off the ignition and climbing in after you, making you forget all about the cold season of japan in mere minutes. his lips collide with yours and his body naturally pushes yours to the leather seats, driving you crazy just with his mouth. his hands make quick work of your skimpy outfit, inching past your tight halter top and to your tits. you gasp softly into the kiss.
“may i?” even after all this time, choso still asks for permission, pulling down your top and bra when you nod.
his mouth is both warm and gentle when it meets with your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud and eyes looking up at you just to relish in the hooded lids and soft moans you give him. his free hand fondles your other, squeezing and playing, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger.
“just s’soft . . always,” he hums into your chest, kissing you down bit by bit and making you wait for it with each teasing journey he makes. there, he manoeuvres himself onto the floor, kneeling on the carpeted finishing as your knees hook onto each shoulder. the car is filled with your laboured breathing, watching him slowly undo the straps to your uncomfortable heels. it’s excruciatingly slow, pulling at the strings and removing each shoe before his lips leave fire along your shin, up to your thighs and to your pulsing core.
“choso . .” you whine, hips bucking off the leather.
all he does is laugh, hands spreading your legs before he’s licking his lips at the mess you made in your skirt, panties and back of the fabric soaked right through. your boyfriend pulls you forward with a certain fervour that makes you yelp and you match him with a nervous grin as he tugs away the underwear and marvels at the arousal that just sticks to your pussy, pretty and dripping right in front of him.
you have no warning before choso indulges himself in your cunt and you cry out in surprise, hand tangled up in the mess of his hair that falls from his pigtails. his warm tongue laps at your clit like a man starved, slurping up all of your arousal into his tongue. the cold weather is just the cherry on top, cold wind wafting through the walls and the windows, making you extra sensitive.
“c-cho—” you hum, one hand lost in his black locks while the other clutches tightly onto the seats for any sort of anchor while choso only pushes his face further in between your legs. he can feel your pussy clench around nothing, switching between sucking and flicking his tongue with a relentless pace that threatens your sanity. “t-too much . .”
all he does is laugh into your centre, eyes flitting to meet yours while he continues his ministrations, arms wrapping around your thighs. choso moans at how good and sweet you taste, a curious hand moving from your legs right to your hole where he plays with your folds. gently, he pushes past your walls and you whimper from the intrusion, clamping down around his finger.
“relax, darling, i got you,” he softly says, relaxing his pace just a bit as he starts to thrust his finger. while slow, his tongue doesn’t stop, however, still continuing to make the lewdest noises.
“pussy so damn sweet,” he groans, nuzzling his face right into your sloppy core before teasing a second finger; it’s easy to slip in but he still warns you wordlessly, inching them right in until they reach the knuckles, “and so tight, too—”
the car is filled with the smell of sex, the sounds of your pussy and your endless moans as choso starts to pump his fingers in and out, reaching so much deeper than any of your toys can and stretching you out just right. your hips buck uncontrollably as you feel that coil in your stomach, knowing that you were only going to get even more of this before choso properly fucks you — but it’s all he promises, that to make sure you’d cum on his fingers and tongue thrice before he even thinks of railing you like you deserve.
“c-choso, your fingers—!”
“yeah?” it’s breathless, bottom half of his face all soaked and wet, but he goes right back in.
“mmfuck— cho, cho, p-please . .” your words are jumbled up, babbling through your teeth while his fingers gathers all of your juices, “i’m g’nna—”
choso thinks you’re just perfect like this, moaning as much as you want in his Mustang and spread out just for him to eat. he cannot keep his eyes off you, curling his fingers just a bit to find your sweet spot as he flicks your bundle of nerves as his eyes stay on the way your lips part for little pants to escape. your eyes have fluttered close by now but he doesn’t mind as you continue to push his head towards your cunt.
“cum on my fingers, my love,” the other groans, words muffled a little, “cum on my tongue like a good girl.” 
“cho— f-fuuck . .” you writhe around on the leather seats as you reach your peak, voice descending into a silent scream while your jaw hangs open. at his peripheral he can see and feel your thighs tremble while you chant his name like a prayer, over and over until you think your voice is hoarse. his seats are wet, no doubt, and you wince seeing your cum decorate the leather, but choso quietens your worries as he leans up to give you a kiss. you can taste yourself.
“taste good?” you’re ruined despite it being your first orgasm, answering half-heartedly before slumping, a soft moan leaving you when he removes his fingers and strings of your arousal stick to each digit. his hand naturally gravitates towards your mouth, fumbling with your lips before he pushes in — distracted, he takes the opportunity to latch his mouth onto your cunt again and you mewl loudly.
“that’s just the start,” choso grins, laying a long stripe up your pussy and groaning softly at the way your tongue swirls over his fingers, “i’m sorry in advance . . hope you’re able to get out of bed tomorrow, baby.”
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csainz5 · 2 years ago
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hello! i saw your requests were open and wanted to pop in! i have a bit of a weird? idk request, where it’s like max verstappen x reader first where it ends with angst, and then she ends w carlos endgame?? maybe a whole lotta lover boy feels from carlos and ‘oh i fucked up something great’ feels from max, like essentially carlos that has been silently lining throughout readers relationship w max too?? i’m so sorry if this confused you! i loved ur previous carlos sainz fic!! 🤍🤍
BLOOD FLOWS RED
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genre: fluff; light smut
pairing: bestfriend!max x reader; carlos x reader
summary: max constantly fucking up comes in no better time for carlos.
word count: 3.7k (my longest fic so far 💀)
warnings: angst, slight loverboy feels from max if you squint. voyeur max? not really but kinda ig and no beta we die like the ferrari fans we are 🫡 google translate ass spanish, forgive me 😞🫶
author notes: OMG ANON YOU ARE A GENIUS!!! I LOVED THIS REQUEST AND I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT. but small change tho, max x reader isn’t rlly like a proper relationship. anyways, hope u guys enjoy 😘😘😘
you were both 10 when you first met. your parents had been friends for a while by then, and they decided that they would place you and max in the same school. the two of you instantly kicked it off. it was like you guys were meant to be friends. you always shared the same opinions, the same preferences and all.
school with max was fun. the best, infact. the both of you hit it off well since the first time you met and had been inseperable (and insufferable) since. it was practically known to everyone that if max were to take a seat, the one beside it instantly belonged to you. you two had different friend circles, yes. But you were definitely each others best friend regardless.
highschool. highschool was a turning point in your friendship. although it was still as magical as it was, max’s attention at that time drifted between girls and racing. the former, burnt your heart with jealousy. everytime he ditched plans with you for his new girlfriend, you secretly prayed to god they would break up so you could have him all to yourself. The latter however, you didnt mind so much. you were always a fan of racing, and it only bought you two closer. you still remember go karting with max like it was yesterday. even if he was always the one to win, you weren’t too far behind, always coming it right after him. your deepest secrets, your highs and lows, your intrests, and everything about you was known to max, and max only. everyone would see you with him all the time, so no guys would ever approach you in school. Its not like you really minded it though, because max’s girlfriends only ever lasted two weeks at the most, and you guys would find your way back to each other.
You found solace in the unwavering friendship you shared with Max . Growing up together, navigating the twists and turns of life side by side, your bond evolved into something deeper over the years. You were always hopelessly in love with Max, but you concealed your feelings, afraid of risking the precious friendship you had cherished oh so much. Everyone but max could see it. I mean how couldnt they? you were always like a lost puppy around the paddock, finding your way to max. Much like your races, you would always find your way right behind him. it was clear in the way you looked at him, with stars in your eyes. How your voice went slightly higher when you were around him. How you relax when you’re with him. How you’re the loudest person during a race, always screaming his name as he raced by. Everyone felt sorry for you, really. Because in return to all of your affections was nothing but a cold and stoic response. Don’t get me wrong, Max definitely loved spending time with you, probably moreso than anyone else, but it was nothing in comparison to your admiration for him.
Afterall, in the world of Formula 1, where speed and competition reigned supreme, there was so space for screw ups. you needed to work hard for what you want and you needed to be cunning. and for max, nothing was as important as winning this year’s championship and more to come, so you’ve become used to his behaviour. he was quick, ruthless and on the top, and he wasn’t about to let anything get in the way of his success. so even though it stung when you could see how little you mattered to him over the sport, you convinced yourself it was okay. Because this was max’s dream since he was little, and whats a wish to date a boy over a pursuit for the championship but a speck of dust.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, you watched Max prepare for yet another exhilarating race. Your heart raced in sync with the roaring engines, anticipation filling the air. Deep down, you yearned for Max to realize the depths of your affection, but maybe it was too much to ask for, you think. He was always too caught up in his relentless pursuit of victory. Everyone saw it, even the rugged and striking driver of ferrari, with the number 55 adorned on his red suit.
Max insisted you leave him alone for a moment, so he could gather his thoughts before the race. “Are you sure, max?” “please, just go” reluctantly, you agreed and went into the paddock club. you settle into the couch and wallow to yourself. you just wanted to be there with him so you could calm his nerves, why was he acting unlike himself? you gather that recently this is all thats been happening. you always go behind him, wanting to be with him at all times, hoping to be the centre of his attention, but he stands like a stonewall. you’ve grown tired of it really. But come on, you knew you would find your way back to him again. You were infact in love with him since you knew what love was, weren’t you?
You get startled when a hand waves in front of your face “helloo?” “oh my god im so sorry” “no worries” he shoots you a cheeky smile. “did you need anything carlos?” “nothing, i just wanted to ask if i could sit by you” “yeah ofcourse, you didnt need to ask” honestly, this was the most you’ve ever spoken with carlos, so you were confused by his sudden intrest in you. but really, it wasn’t sudden at all. too absorbed into the grumpy redbull driver, you never noticed a tall figure clad in red lurk behind you two. He had seen it all. His eyes burned with rage everytime he saw you with max. What did he ever do to deserve you?
“Carlos? mate where the hell were you? you need to come to the garage, hurry up” charles says, appearing out of thin air “i’ll see you later, okay?” “Bye sainz” Looking back at you, carlos runs away behind the monagasque. you smile to yourself at the sudden attention from carlos. Atleast he distracted you, right?
yeah right. your nerves were all over the place the second the red lights blinked, and the race began. max was so off his game today, whats wrong with him? he was so far behind this race that even the alfa romeo cars had been ahead of him. it was his first race lately where he was behind a ferrari for once. you felt your heart thump as you wince, you know how much shit redbull & max’s father give him on the offchance that he isnt the best in the game. he didn’t deserve it, you think. he doesn’t deserve the shit they put him through. since this was the start of the season, everyone was very anticipated to see the result, to see who is going to be this years leading drivers.
you catch your eyes drifting towards one specific car though, and its not the redbull one you’ve always got your eyes on. the person leading the first race of the season happens to be the man that youve last talked to. carlos. you hold your breath, and blink for just a moment and there you see it, carlos gets the pole position. you dont know whether to be happy or not, a feeling you’re unfamiliar with makes your gut twinge. were you happy with the results? as much as you’d like to convince yourself otherwise, it was true. for some reason carlos winning made you feel proud, but in a split second you turn your eyes back to the circuit. max had gotten p7.
it was the night of that day that max had seen you under a different light. your look for the party had caught the eyes of everyone there, and unfortunately for max, even the eyes of a certain latino were set on you. Carlos was the first person you noticed the moment you stepped into the club. the ferrari pair had rented out the entire club for that night, celebrating their p1 & p2 standings. you instinctively go towards Carlos, talking him up about his big win. “Sainz, that overtake on lap 35? Blew my mind.” “you must’ve been attentive on me to catch that” he jokes, his chest rumbling with laughter. “oh come on everyone’s talking about it” “maybe. but so are you, and thats not very common” “I give credit where credit is due, what can i say?” you giggle, taking a flute of champagne. “hey, how come you aren’t with max? i ask only because this is the first time you’ve come outside that circle” he asks, slightly avoiding eye contact with you. “well, i guess you could say i just found someone more worthy of my time” “Oh..?” clearly amused with your answer, carlos decided that he’s not going to let you leave his side. He had a taste of it, and he knew he couldn’t let go just yet.
2 drinks become 4, and 4 drinks become 8 when you decide that you are done being the quiet girl behind max. you think that it’s time that you let go, live the moment for yourself, and yourself only. okay, and maybe Carlos too. conversations with him were just so light and breezy, you didnt have to hold yourself back hoping you’d be molded into the kind of girl he wants. it was obvious that he was interested in you as is. “Carlos” “yes, cariño?” “How come ive never spoken to you before?” “You know, actually you have” he wasn’t wrong, but that was just small talk at events. This? This was different. you knew it. He knew it. “No, no i mean like.. this” you say, speech slurred, hand reaching to brush his hair. “You’re driving me crazy, mi vida” he chokes out, eyes closed and a sigh escaping his lips. “Carlos..” you feel like you cant breath as you say, “Help me forget him” by this point of your conversation you had realised that he did, infact notice things about you. Maybe even in a way no one else did. you raise your eyes to meet his and you lose yourself in their charm. his brown eyes with specks of gold drew you in more than you’d like to admit. “Hermosa, when you have me,” he raises your chin up “You will be sober when you have me, and you wont be forgetting it any time soon”wind gets caught up in your throat at his bold statement.
“Come on, let loose carlos join me!!” by this point it was the alcohol talking, not you. “okay okay how about we get you home now?” “oh shut up im just getting started” “no you’re not, come with me” carlos says as he throws your arm around his shoulder to support you. “fuck, is she okay man? i can take her to her house just leave her with me” max say’s, finally emerging after eyeing you both all night. “don’t hold your breath mate, she’s going home with me”
you wake up the next morning with the worst headache, which only gets worse when you realise you can’t recognise the room you’re in and the clothes you’re wearing aren’t yours. you shoot your head up as you hear the door open. Carlos? wait a second. did you and he..? “Carlos, did we—“ “Did you want us to?” “Oh my god. OH MY GOD??” “Calm down im just messing with you, no we didn’t do anything. i just had to change your clothes because you puked all over them” this was so embarrassing you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes.
“im so sorry, i really am. i didnt think i would let go that much yesterday.” “Don’t worry, i had fun. plus its nice seeing you not be so timid” your cheeks flush at his compliment. Fuck. i abandoned max yesterday, you thought, booking a cab to his house as you pack your stuff. “Youre not seriously booking a cab right now, are you?” “Not all of us come from Generational wealth, Carlos” you say, hoping you get connected to a driver as soon as possible. “No, no. you’re coming with me.” he says, taking his car keys and showing you the way to the garage. The moment you arrive at max’s house, you see an unfamiliar pair of heels by his shoes.
you knock on the door “Max?” No answer.“Max??” no answer yet again. you use your keys to open the door. “I didn’t expect you to come at this time” he says, his hand over a girl who you barely recognise’s shoulder. “Who’s this, max?” “It doesn’t matter, she was just about to leave” the woman looks confused but exits, mumbling something to max as she leaves. “Whos that, your conquest of the week?” you ask the second you hear the door click. “Why do you care? you must’ve had fun whoring out with the ferrari boys yesterday anyways.” He didnt mean for it to sound as harsh as it did, but what was done was done. Seriously? “Fuck you max. i’ve always been with you every second of every day and you don’t appreciate me for a moment. you constantly ditch me for these random fucking girls who you know are just with you because you’re in redbull. And i let myself go for one night. One fucking night and you’re on my back calling me a whore? you know what? i am tired. i am done with your bullshit. Maybe ferrari is better after all, huh?”
“You don’t understand my point” “what point max? what fucking point? Are you blind or do you just convince yourself to ignore the fact that ive been in love with you since we started talking? Do you know how much it hurt me to walk in your shadow all these years hoping you would notice that i was there for you? to notice that i was the one for you?” “You love me?” he sounds heartbroken saying it, but you’re on an adrenaline rush and don’t take note of it. you could feel your feelings for him fading more and more as you spoke your feelings out to max. “No. not anymore.” “Fuck. i never- i never thought, fuck.” “guess you just realised it too late mate” a voice speaks up behind you. “Lets go back, i cant stand to see his face.” you spit, with venom lacing your words as they sunk into max’s heart like a dagger.
After the incident with max, You realised that the night with the ferrari driver would be the start of something much, much bigger than you had expected. somewhere in between the races the 33 on your shirts slowly turned into 55. You didnt have to tell max you’ve moved on, it was clear as day. Carlos had gifted you a bracelet, a custom cartier one with the initials c.s adorned by a small pendant of a chili. everyone on the paddock could see that max was history to you. By this point it was also famously known that you had become Carlos’s girl. you didn’t mind the chatter though, you were so happy with carlos, he made you feel things that no one had been able to make you feel. he was gentle, and understanding. But at the same time, he knew exactly how to treat you, and the fact that you liked to be treated a little rough, once in a while, and he played it like a charm.
Your situationship with him was quick to blossom into a relationship, the best one you’ve ever been in. Days with Carlos were magical. he was crazy for you, as were you for him. you were so used to people stepping all over you that carlos treating you the way you deserved to be treated caught you off gaurd at times, but you grew attached to that quality of him. he made sure that he was the best man for you, and that you were treated exactly how you deserved to be. you noticed that you didnt even ask him for anything, he miraculously knew exactly what you wanted, and he delivered seamlessly. You had drifted significantly from max, but you didn’t mind anymore. Carlos was the only one for you and there were no doubts about it.
This particular morning was that of the emilia- romagnia grand prix, with you by the ferrari garage with carlos. everyone there had become used to you at this point, charles and some of the engineers becoming some of your best mates. Right now you were in carlos’s room, sitting on the bed as you watched him get ready. it was a home race for the ferrari boys. “What?” carlos talks over the phone, clearly upset with whatever he’s heard. you sit up straighter at his sudden change in demeanour. “Fuck. guess there’s nothing we can do huh?” he says, moments before he hangs up. “It’s canceled. the race is canceled because of a flood.” “What? Im so sorry to hear that Carlos, i know how much this race means to you.” you say, walking up to him and fixing up his shirt.
“Is there anything i can do to make you feel better?” memories of that night rush back into your head. you take in a sharp breath remember what carlos told you that day. “I’m sober now” “You remember that?” he looks into your eyes, his own shifting into a darker look. “I couldn’t for a moment forget it” you pull his collar in towards yourself “you little minx, me estás matando” “Lets see if you’re a man of your word, sainz” you dare to say. “you’re gonna wish you never challenged me, hermosa.”
His lips crash against yours as he pulls you up to jump onto him, legs wrapped around him as you take him in, in all his glory. your brain becomes foggy, and a thousand diffrent scenarios run around your head and at once, the all stop, Leaving your head a blank space. you run your hands through his hair, breathless. he walks you both over to the bed, his lips never leaving yours as unsaid words get conveyed to you. i want you. he gently places you on the bed, getting onto his knees.
You pull away from him for a moment, just a moment. you needed to get comfortable into the bed, and even the split second away from him makes you grow impatient. you look down to see him frantically trying to pull your shorts off you. Frustrated, you pull him by his neck back to you, kissing him with a rush you’ve never experienced before. you close your eyes, his wandering hands feeling making you feel sensitive all over. even a harmless rub against your thigh ticks you off. the whimper youve been suppressing comes out into the kiss, making Carlos feel as though he was losing his mind. he couldn’t take it anymore. he wanted you, he wanted you so badly he felt like a teenager about to cum in his pants.
All you wanted was to scream his name, loud enough for the entire hotel to hear, and he, wanted to listen to them on repeat like they were the best musical piece ever created. he was drunk on lust. “Can i?” you nod with all your might, you couldn’t handle it anymore. “Use your words, mi amor” “Yes, yes. please i want it so bad carlos, please.” “God, you sound so angelic begging for me right now.” Just as he was about to take off his top, the two of you hear a series of knocks on your door.
“Are you in here? its max” “Why is he here?” just as you were about to cuss him out, carlos signals you that hes got it covered. He picks you up, making you put your legs over his torso again. “Carlos? what are you-“ he shushes you, a finger falling over your swollen lips. just as you reach the room door, he clashes his lip’s against yours again. he slowly takes off the lock on the door, leaving max to think he can come in.
max is greeted by the two of you feverishly making out as he opens the door. you and carlos pay him no mind though, as if you couldn’t even see him. “Fuck you guys” He shouts as he bangs the door on his way out.
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hi fayebae, imma send these before i go for my hiatus again(im not sure if you alr have smth planned for tyun n hyuka! cos i know u have a yj fic thats coming soon, so ill send these in for them)
was thinking of tyun x reader for this
uk the series “academy reincarnation”!! There was a salsa dance ep! I was thinking that reader decided to sign up to the salsa academy where tyun is one of the instructors?/student! reader wanted to learn salsa for the longest time but has always been afraid to as one would usually need to dance in pairs. afraid of having any physical contact with any stranger(due to a trauma she formed from a relationship), even tho it was difficult, reader eventually let down her walls with tyun as the many practice sessions go by, she finds herself now looking forward to salsa practices as thats the only time she can see tyun! And she craves his touch. During one of the practices, they got so lost in the dance that their faces ended up really close to each other! Tension arises(she wants him, he wants her, dare i say more 🤭smut of course!) [didnt wanna write too much to allow ur creative freedom!!]
i hope this is good gah(just thought i should send smth in for the other members too hehe, pls dont put aside ur wip again!! Do this after ure done w ur yj one gah) love u my soobie fav boobie💗
TENDER TOUCH
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TH 002 .F22 2024
wc 5.3k
pairings gentle!Taehyun x abused!reader
warnings physical and sexual abuse, traumatic experience, traumatized reader, protected sex, abusive ex-boyfriend (idk what else did I miss)
faye's note *insert: Taehyun's 어디 있지 (where am I) in boba😳* as promised, here's my second fic for the day! this is my first Taehyun fic and I'm fucking obsessed that it got up to 5.3k words, wth. Anyways, @inkigayocamman I know you requested a Tae fic, but here's another one for u to enjoy I guess while I'm still working on it. 🙂‍↕️ I hope you like this too! And ofc, to my one and only Beomgyu's kitten, I love your brain, it's so sexy omfg. I'm totally sat. Plus yeah, the yj fic is still on the line. 🤣 Anyway, I did a few research(again) for this fic, so I hope it turned out good, fingers crossed!
Edit: Thanks for proofreading the whole ass fic @babymochibeargyu I'm dead now. 😭😂 luv uuuu 😖💓
"Learn how to dance Salsa, we offer multiple dance forms for beginners to professionals. Come join us..." You mumbled reading the flyer your friend handed you.
"Jia, you know I can't do anything like this anymore." You sighed as you handed her back the flyer.
"I know, I know, it's because of your trauma, right? But maybe this is the way that can only help you overcome that trauma," She started, "I'm worried about you taking this class but I'm more worried about you carrying that trauma all throughout your life." Jia gently holds your hand, still careful not to scare you with the skin contact.
You're lost in your thought for a while thinking if you can really let go of your trauma after all this time. It's been so long since you haven't engaged in any relationship after your last one.
"I-I'll think about it." You sighed, you really wanted to be free but you just didn't know how to start. "Please do, I really wanted to help you." Jia's eyes are full of worry, sadness and guilt. Because it's been so long yet she can't do anything to help.
You've always been wanting to learn how to dance Salsa. It's like your little dream ever since, however, your boyfriend from your last relationship did not even want you to be touched nor be grazed by any man's skin. You insisted you could just pair with a girl but he threatened you to hurt anyone who will be around you if you kept on insisting to register for the dance class. You ended up not registering for the class and burying your little dance dream into the depths of your heart.
The following week, you found yourself standing in front of the dance academy building. Breathing slowly, thinking deeply whether you really want to do it or not. You were clutching on the flyer tightly. Your knees fell weak as you stumbled down, retreating all the way to the confinement of your apartment to hide from the world.
It took so much courage for you to do this. Especially when you ended up trying once again a week later. You're standing in the front of the building, staring at the swaying banner of the academy with a "SALSA DANCE ACADEMY" written on it.
You softly knocked on the door before opening it. "Hi! Come in! How may I help you?" You were greeted with s young lady, clad in a salsa dance costume. She looks bright and bubbly.
"I.. Uhm.. wanted to register for the class." You meekly answered as you slid down on the chair. "May I know your name?" The lady picked up the pen on the table and grabbed a file.
"Y/n...y/n s/n." You silently answered.
"What class would you like to be included in?" The lady's smile never faltered. Her bright aura makes you feel comfortable for a bit. "What do you offer?" You asked back.
"Well, we have group sessions and we also have one-on-one lessons," you nodded at her, signaling her to keep going. "In group sessions, there will be 15 pairs -- 30 individuals in a class, plus the 2 dance instructors," you felt pressured with just the thought of being included in the group. "In the one-on-one class, we will find you a pair if you still have none, or you can bring one, and then also a pair of instructors," she explained.
"I'll take the latter."
"Please sign here and we'll wait for another one to sign up." She smiled again at you. You were thinking of bringing your friend to the class.
"By any chance, can I bring a girl for the one-on-one class?" Her expression suddenly turned sad, "I'm afraid we are only taking a man and a woman as a pair for the one-on-one class. Usually, the pairs who sign up for the one-on-one class end up acquiring advanced skills than those who are in the group."
You thought of backing out once again but you shook your head to clear your mind. You're already here, you're already a step closer to the most awaited time of your life: to let go of your trauma.
"We'll call you once we receive another sign-up for a one-on-one class. Thank you for dropping by." The lady waved her hand as you stepped outside.
You shrunk to the corner of the door, people are looking at you but you're too occupied to even give a damn.
It's been a week. You didn't know how to explain how you felt. Half of you felt happy that you hadn't received a call yet, because that would only means you didn't have to do it anymore and there wouldn't be anymore skin contact for you to trigger your trauma. However, the other half of you felt disappointed. You would have been lying if you said that you didn't get your hopes up, thinking that this would be the way to be finally free from your trauma.
"Still haven't received a call?" Your friend placed the pizza she brought on your coffee table. Today was the day she would usually pay you a visit to your apartment. She started doing this from 2 years ago, when you and your ex-boyfriend finally broke up.
You hummed in response as you dug out the box of pizza. Nevertheless, you don't want to bring your thoughts about the dance academy again.
A couple of minutes passed when your phone rang, causing both your heads to look towards your phone
"Hello?"
"Hi! Can I talk to Ms. Y/n s/n?" The voice over the line spoke brightly.
"Y/n speaking." You just answered back, looking at your friend who's anticipating a piece of good news.
"We just want to inform you that someone already signed up for the one-on-one class as your pair. The class will start this Monday, are you fine with it?" Your friend sighed in relief as soon as she heard it.
"O-okay. Sure." You felt a rush of anxiety travel throughout your body, as your fingers trembled hanging up the call.
"Hey, it's okay." Your friend wrapped the thick blanket around your shoulders before hugging you. Afraid that she might trigger your trauma. "You'll be fine." She tries to calm you down by rubbing your back.
2 days passed by quickly. Enough to make you coil up in bed instead of getting up. Your phone vibrates from an incoming message.
Dearest Jia: Take care later, okay? I know you can do it. I won't be able to go because of work, so I hope you understand:< but I'll pick you up when you're done! <3
You: I don't feel like going.
Dearest Jia: Noooo! You've come this far. You should go, I know you can do this!
You: Fine, I'll text you when I'm done with the class.
You tossed your phone on the bed as you grunt into your pillow. You're just glad your dance class starts at 3 in the afternoon. You still had a lot of time to prepare your body and mind.
Quarter to 3, you're already in front of the building, a few people going in at the same time. Probably for the group session. You wanted to go home but the lady called you out.
"Y/n! Please come in. I'll accompany you to the assigned room. I'm Daeun, btw." She extended her hand to you but you froze. You're too afraid. But someone else caught Daeun's hand. "I'm Taehyun, the one who signed up for the pair." A tall guy appeared on your side, shaking her hand. "I-i'm y/n." You meekly introduced yourself without touching any of them. The lady looked confused at first but she shrugged it off.
"Okay, I'll leave you two here, Mr. and Mrs. Hwang are inside already."
Taehyun pushed the door open, you were both greeted with a polished wooden floor and mirror walls in the wide room. Two people were sitting in the corner. They must be your instructors.
"Please come in!" The lady waved at the both of you.
"Do you know each other?" The man asked which the both of you only answered by shaking your head.
"I think we should start our class with an introduction. Don't you think?" The lady nodded.
"I'm Mr. Hwang and this is Mrs. Hwang. She's my wife and we mainly teach one-on-one classes. You are?" They turn their gaze to Taehyun.
"My name is Kang Taehyun. I also dance but not in this genre. So I wanted to learn this." They then looked at you.
"I... I am y/n. I signed up for the class t-to overcome my t-rauma." Your words are slurred, and your reason made your instructors gasp. "I-I used to be in a r-relationship. And t-they're the reason why I can't e-even touch people or let other p- people t-touch me." You bit your lip as you look up at them.
"Honey, but I'm afraid this dance requires a lot of holding and touching, what should we do?" Mrs. Hwang clasped both of her hands on her mouth as she turned a bit emotional.
"By any chance, can you hold someone when there's a barrier between them? Like, there is no direct skin-to-skin contact?" Taehyun spoke up, you nodded lightly at him. "It's been two years so I think I can tolerate it to an extent."
"Then I think we're good Mrs. Hwang. I'm thinking of using a glove or something. If that's what makes her comfortable. I don't mind at all." Taehyun remarked.
Taehyun ended up wearing gloves for your dance class. And as much as possible, he's avoiding any of your exposed body parts. He's also lightly touching you that you feel as though it's just air grazing your body.
So far so good, the 3-hour class ended up okay. Jia picked you up 30 minutes later after you texted her that you were done.
Your dance class went well the next day. And the day after that. And the following days after that. Days became weeks, weeks became months. It's all going well, with Taehyun's careful assistance over you.
Today was the day you decided to step further to your goal.
"Taehyun, I think we can now stop using the gloves. We've been dancing for a month now and I hate it whenever I think about the gloves. It feels like I'm being disgusted by you or something." You stated to Taehyun once the two of you were on a quick break. Within one month, you grew closer to Taehyun. The quick breaks were your time to tell stories to each other.
"Are you sure? You're not making me feel like any of that, by the way. But are you sure you can do it now?" His eyes seek yours. You simply nodded as you removed your jacket leaving you with your t-shirt on.
"Are you two, okay? Shall we continue?" Your dance instructor asked, checking on you, as you and Taehyun stood up. Taehyun discarded the gloves he was using on top of his bag as he folded his long-sleeved t-shirt up to his elbow.
You started off well. Taehyun holding your hand as gently as he could as usual. Letting you turn around with some quick footwork. It was all good actually, until he needed to lean in, holding your waist and your thigh. One more turn, his arms and fingers graze through your arms. His delicate fingers holding your waist once again. A quick turnaround. A step faster. A more closer proximity.
"You fucker! Come back here! I know what you did!"
"S-stop! We're already over Han!" You squealed as you blocked the door with your body.
"You're fucking dead meat when this door opens!"
Your tears wouldn't stop flowing from your cheeks as you kept your body pressed on the banging door. Han has been your boyfriend for 9 months now. At first, he was so good to you, treating you like the princess you deserved to be. But it was too good to be true that you started to feel it was wrong. Just 2 months ago he started hurting you physically and abusing you sexually. He was too obsessed with you too that he sometimes he would start locking you up in your apartment. Even your requests got declined. At first, you let it pass as you thought it was normal. But you started earning bruises and wounds. You barely ate, barely drank, you even barely slept. You would often get fevers too. The slightest noise would make your soul jump out and the slightest movement would make you flinch.
Jia, your friend, was the one who advised you to report him. So you did, that was why he was here banging at your door.
Han's voice can no longer be heard, hence you decided to quickly hide in your closet, as you dug out your spare phone you had hidden to contact your friend.
You quickly called Jia, telling her to call the police or something but you were cut off when the door bursts open. Han was holding a gun and laughing hysterically.
"Fuck you, you bitch! You're really dead!" You quickly covered your mouth.
"Come out, kitten. Come out from wherever the fuck you're hiding!" His voice echoed through the room drowning your quiet sobs.
That's when he forcefully opened the closet you're hiding. "Ohhh, you look so scared kitten, why?" He cooed at you as his lips stretched to form a mocking grin. "Move to the bed!" You shook your head. "Fucking move to the bed!" He fired a warning shot at the mirror, crashing it. You yelped at the noise. With your trembling body, you quickly scrambled your way to the bed covering your bruised-up body.
"Strip." He commanded as he pointed the gun at you. With no choice left, and your life at stake, you did what he ordered.
He crashed his lips on yours harshly. When he noticed you didn't kiss him back, he slapped you. Blood flowed through your lips as you choked on your sobs. With the gun still pointed at your head, he started harassing you again. His hand left a bruised mark on your neck as he tightly squeezes it. You could almost see the white light as your weak body just let him do anything. There was no use thrashing around as if you had accepted your dying fate.
"Freeze!" Was the only thing you heard before everything around you went black.
You opened your eyes inside the hospital, pulled every apparatus attached to your body and started screaming. It made Jia scream out and call for a doctor. They couldn't calm you down so they needed to give you a shot for temporary sleep.
Everything came swirling back to you. Pushing Taehyun away, causing your body to crash on the wooden floor. "Shit!" Taehyun cursed under his breath as he hurriedly pushed back his sleeves and wore the gloves again, picking up your jacket at the same time, before coming back to you. Your instructors let out a shock gasp as they also rushed over to you.
"Please grab a blanket or any thick clothing!" Taehyun shouts as he tries to ease you by covering your shoulder with your jacket.
Mr. Hwang passed Taehyun his padded jacket he always brought with him. Taehyun carefully wrapped the thick jacket around your body. He holds your face as he tries to soothe you.
"Y/n, look at me, please look at me." Sweat started to form on his forehead as tears freely flowed down your cheeks. "Please, look at me, and breathe slowly. Breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale." Taehyun guided your breathing as his glove-cladded hands rubbed your cheeks.
Mrs. Hwang was panicking but Mr. Hwang tried to calm her down before he went out to grab a glass of water.
Your heartbeat slowed down for at least a bit. Taehyun guiding you helped somehow as you slowly calmed down. Taehyun got the water from Mr. Hwang and held it in front of you as he let you sip on the water slowly.
"Are you feeling okay now?" Taehyun tucked your sweaty hair behind your ears. His eyes were full of worry. "Do you wanna go home and rest?" He's still carefully rubbing your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have removed the gloves. That was too risky." Taehyun mumbled as he hesitated to hold your hand.
That same afternoon, he called your friend over. He introduced himself and explained the situation. He let your friend take you home as he bid you two goodbye. You're lucky it was Friday at that time so you don't have to worry about waking up the next morning to go to your dance class. For the next two days, you spent it caving in your room. It helped you calm down.
Monday. You opened the door. You laughed at the scene in front of your eyes.
"What's that?" You chuckled as you placed your bag on the corner. Taehyun looks at himself in the mirror. He's totally covered. He's wearing a thicker glove and a padded jacket. His usual dress pants are now sweats. He's even wearing a mask. He scratched the back of his head.
"Pft. That's too much. Don't worry I'm fine now. Thank you by the way." You smiled at him.
"Are you sure? Because that scared me. I don't know what to do." He removed his jacket along with the face mask and the thick gloves.
"Mhm, I'm sure." You assured him.
"Okay then. We'll try again. Slowly this time." His eyes are full of concern as he looks at you. You smiled at him as you accepted his hand.
For another month, Taehyun tried to connect with you. Stopping whenever needed. Wearing the things he needs to wear whenever he can sense your anxiety rising. For once, you realize how he gently holds you. How he's always careful with you, treating you like a fragile glass that would easily break if you weren't handled correctly. One month passed without much problem. If anything, you're actually growing accustomed to it.
For some reason, you learned to feel comfortable with Taehyun's touch. The graze of his skin, his fingers, and his touch never terrified you anymore, and his existence no longer made you panic.
Now, he's solely the reason why you're still attending your dance class. You're slowly putting your trust in him. You're slowly putting your walls down. He can now hold your hand without fear. He can now dance without thinking that you would startled. He slowly introduced you to the steps that requires your body to be closer. Teaching you how the steps are supposed to be done. You're no longer panicking. Even when your face is just only few inches from him, you were actually smiling at each other. You no longer feared his touch. If anything, he's only leaving you all tingly with his warm skin.
You could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Whenever you leaned on his chest, it made your heart flutter. His breath on your shoulder, your neck, any part of your body makes the knot in your stomach twist tighter.
You're slowly craving for his touch. For how he cares for you, for how he tends to you. Whenever you're home, he keeps popping into your head. How his sharky smile appears whenever he's happy. The small noises he made. His cat-like attitude. He's the perfect example of hot, sexy and cute.
Every last week of the month, you would have all the time to yourselves to gather all your skills acquired. Because every once a month, you had to show what you have learnt in class. This now left the two of you alone in the dance studio. Perfecting every step and move you needed to show on evaluation day.
Taehyun's lingering touches left you all tingly. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. His breath alone makes your mind go in a twist.
"One step back, two steps to the front... One turn and... Lean you down." He's matching his words on every beat of the step. You thought it only happens in a fantasy world. But it was like the world stopped when his eyes were fixed on yours. His steady breath makes you hold yours. His eyes traveled down to your lips as he gulped. He mumbles a soft "You're pretty," before pulling you back to stand on both your feet.
His hands are both on your face as he slowly backs you to the mirror. His breath is unsteady and warm. The moment he got you pressed on the mirror, he leaned his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes.
"You're really pretty. So pretty I'm afraid I can't control myself." He whispered. Your hands were on his chest, you felt how his heart was thumping so hard.
"S-should we head out early?" You whispered, your hot puffs of breath touching his lips got him reeling as he cursed under his breath.
He quickly pulls away, holds your hand and grabs both of your bags. Both heading outside to his car. "Tell your friend I'm taking you home instead." The air in the car throughout the drive was so thick. His hands were gripping on the wheels, tapping impatiently when the road slowed down.
"Calm down, Tae, I'm not going anywhere." You chuckled as you placed your hand above his when it was resting on the gear shift. He throws a quick glance at you. He bit his lip as a flush crept up on his cheeks.
The drive was short, but Taehyun's action made it look like it was not. He hurriedly got out of his car, running over to your side to open the door for you as he held your hand. His jittery steps were heavy as you both made your way to his humble home.
"Come in." He nervously spoke as he placed his shoe on the rack, switching the light on in the process.
"D-do you want a drink or something?" He was almost running towards the kitchen.
You flop on his couch, making yourself comfortable at some point. "Come here, instead," you chuckled, "You're so anxious for no reason, Taehyun." He sat down beside you, wiping his sweaty palms on his dress pants as he sighed. You scoot over, holding his face, lips just a few inches apart.
"Wait," he pushed you a bit, "a-are you sure about this?" You nodded and smiled at him. "G-give me a minute." He rummaged through his back pocket pulling a handkerchief. You looked at him confused.
He unfolded the handkerchief and gently placed the thin fabric on your lips before crashing his lips on yours. He holds your nape as he climbs up on the couch. He slowly laid you down. Lips unmoving, yet it feels so hot. His lips were just merely pressed on yours with the fabric separating both of your soft skin.
He pulled away, kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry." He whispered as if he was the one who did you wrong. You gently pull the handkerchief away as you tangle your fingers in his hair. Taehyun never failed to take care of you in the most gentle way possible. He's not thinking of his pleasure at this point. He's thinking about you. To the point that he even thought of putting a piece of cloth between your lips just to be able to kiss you.
You wanted to cry at how he's taking care of you. Your eyes welled up with tears as you pulled him back. "I'm good now Tae, thank you for taking care of me. There's no need for the hanky." You whispered before your tears rolled down your cheeks as you kissed him, bare.
He's a gentleman. He's too good to be true. But you let your walls fall down and let him enter. You let him protect you instead. But his hungry kiss spoke thousands of emotions. His kisses travel down to your neck.
"Taehyun..." You whimpered as you gripped his hair.
"A bit more... Just a bit more..." He started sucking and biting your neck and shoulder, leaving splotchy red marks. He pulls away for a while, enough time to tug your shirt off your body.
His fingers slowly traced every scar you have on your body. The marks on your chest from the bottle Han once threw at you. The cigarette burns on your stomach. He also pulled down your skirts only to see stitches from your thighs. You got this when Han pushed you down the stairs. His finger draws back to your lips. The scar from the cut when he slapped you is still visible.
You covered your face out of embarrassment. You no longer look pretty with your all bruised-up body. "We can't do this here." Taehyun got up and carried you all the way to his bedroom. He laid you carefully as ever in his bedroom.
The bed dips down at his weight as he kneels between your legs. His head dips down to kiss every scar you have on your delicate body as if he's kissing your trauma away. He took his precious time. Not wanting to scare or startle you at any point. His actions are being done with all tenderness.
"Do you still want me to continue?" He asks when he hovers above your body, his elbows on both sides of your head. "I want you Taehyun, please do..." You whined biting your lip. "How can I say no when you say it like that, sweetheart." He sighed leaning his forehead on yours again. Your arms crawled under his shirt, feeling his toned body hiding beneath the soft cotton shirt he was wearing. "C-can you take it off? I feel so exposed." You mumbled as you tugged his shirt. "Ah, shit, I'm sorry." He quickly backed up to discard his shirt on the floor.
You stared at him when he was all fours above you. His body is totally toned. You can clearly see the firm muscles on his arms. His buff chest and his perfectly defined abs. "Touch me. I won't stop you. Touch me so you won't feel embarrassed anymore. Touch me so you won't feel as if I'm taking advantage of you. Touch me so you won't feel scared." He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his chest, slowly dragging it down to his abs.
When he lets go of your hands, you continue to drag them down to the waistband of his dress pants. "C-continue..." His eyes were shut close, his lips trapped between his teeth. You can clearly see his abs tightening as he clenches with the graze of your finger on his waist. He gulps when you hook your finger inside. You unhooked the clip that's binding his pants and pulled the zipper down. His breathing hitched at the lingering touches you're leaving on his lower body.
You gently stroked him as you looked for his eyes. His lips were swollen at how he was biting it. "You won't let it out?" You tried taunting him. "Fuck..." He lets go of his long-held breath, hissing through his teeth. "Y-you're making me crazy, sweetheart... You're totally making me crazy..." He huffed as he tucked your hair behind your ear.
"Condom?" You asked. He reached into the small drawer just beside your head, pulling out a packet of condoms. "D'you wanna p-put it in f'me?" His words were short, and he was catching his breath. You gently rubbed the head of his cock as you rip the packet with your teeth.
"S-sweetheart, you're... Shit... You're k-killing me." He shuddered when you pressed at his slit, his jaw clenched tightly, his hand grasping the sheets.
You slowly drag your fingers on his cock as you wrapped it with the condom. "T-take your time... I w-won't do anything to hurt you or...ahh... or m-make you s-scared of me." He's struggling to hold back but he's doing his best. As soon as you were done, you tangled your fingers on his again, pulling him for a kiss. A kiss full of care. Gentle. Delicate. Sweet.
He pulls away, caressing your face once more. He pulls your underwear in one swift motion as he lines himself up on you, slowly pushing in. He continuously soothes you by rubbing his thumb on your cheek. "Don't be scared, hm? I'm here. It's just me..." He keeps on mumbling, repeating the same phrase as you nod back at him.
Once he has bottomed out inside you, he stays still as he continues to plant soft kisses on your face. You were tearing up not because of the trauma anymore, but because of the love and care he's showing you.
He unhooked your bra as he gently groped your breast, his fingers flicked on your nipple as he suck on the other. "Mmm..." You whimpered underneath his big body squirming at how his tongue danced on your nipple. He didn't take long, afraid that he might hurt or trigger your trauma.
"C-can I move now? I might end up c-cumming now. You've been clenching f-for some time..." He muttered under his breath. You nodded and covered your face again.
He pulled both of your hands and intertwined your fingers with him above your head. "Please don't cover your face. You're beautiful. You're still pretty even with your scars. You're still gorgeous even with your fear and trauma. Please... Just let me take care of you. I know it'll be hard for you, but I promise. I promise to hold you dearly and cherish you." His eyes were looking for answers.
"Taehyun... Please... Please take care of me from now on. Please hold me when I feel scared... Make me feel loved..." Your silent weeps were drowned as he kissed your nose. "I'll be your peace, sweetheart." He wiped your tears as he slowly thrusts in you.
"I... I promise to hold you as gently as I can... But... I think I might end up g-going hard right n-now." He buried his face in the crook of your neck.
Your arms reached over his back as your nails dug and dragged over his bare back. "T-Taehyun..." You moaned out his name as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. The slow thrust becomes a little bit more sloppy. The skin slapping echoed through the solitude of his room.
"Fuck. Please forgive me if e-end up going t-too hard. But I promise to d-do my best to hold b-back." He grunted as his thrust went harder. You shook your head wanting him to go harder.
"I-i can't hurt you... I w-won't..." He steadies the way he thrusts inside you making the knot on your stomach tighten as you feel your high just around the corner.
You held him as if your life depended on him, "Taehyun... I'm close." "D-do it, sweetheart. I'm g-gonna cum any m-minute." He pressed his lips on you to drown your moans as you both came. He rubbed your waist as he soothed you before pulling out. Tying the condom and disposing it in the bin, zipping up his pants at the same time.
He bends down to kiss your forehead as he grabs a pack of wet wipes cleaning you up. He picked up his shirt and made you wear it. He finally laid beside you as he pulled you on his chest, running his fingers through your hair.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" He checks on you, to which you replied by shaking your head and a smile. "Sorry for going too hard, I did my best to hold back," he mumbled as he kissed the top of your head. "I'm okay Taehyun. Thank you so much." Your eyes finally close as his warmth embraces you. He hums while still hugging you close to him.
"Please rest now, sweetheart. When you wake up, you no longer have to suffer anymore. You're safe with me. You're finally safe with me."
@binniesbooks 2024
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m4yasnotthatcool · 10 months ago
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SID JENKINS X F!READER
angst + comfort hc fic drabble thingy
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(a/n) nobody requested this, i just made one of my friemds choose 1 or 2 to figure out if i wanna write for sid or freddie, made her choose the format and the genre and then i left her alone😽🎀 (luv u pooks<3)
also girl im listening to some fuck ahh the nbh rn, kill me (i love it, i chose it)
warnings: profanity (its skins, what did you expect?), reader has boobs (very silly goofy, ik.), i think it could be read as gn reader but when i wrote it i had myself in mind so... f!reader?..., also michelle and tony are brefly memtioned at one point (as chelle and tone iykyk), also might contain spoilers(as in, it does contain spoilers)
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•summer is a season both you and your boyfriend, sid, hate dearly;
•you still had sleepovers, only at this time of the year, the heat left over from the day before made it unbearable to sleep like you usually did (which was usually one of you on top of the other if im being honest);
•so here you sat now, layed out on sids bed, a thin sheet covering one of your legs and your lower abdomen, trying to maybe get at least an hour or two of shut eye before the sun would rise once again;
•sitting there, you felt your boyfriend shuffle in his sleep. you didnt think much of it seeing as he often moved while sleeping, until you felt his arm thrown across your abdomen;
• you let him be, thinking that was going to satisfy his yearning for physical contact, but you were wrong;
•not even a couple of minutes later, he rested his head on your chest while his arms hugged you, his hands interlocking behind your back;
•you tried desperately to cool off, kicking the sheets off of your body. unfortunately your attemptes fell unsuccesfull as the obvious heat sorce sitting on top of you had not moved;
•gently lifting him up and laying him next to your spot on the bed, you got up. "ugh, wanker..." you looked at the sleeping teenager next to you. some sheets tangled between your legs made you trip but you cought yourself on his desk, knocking over a few late assignments he had yet to turn in. "well, its not like he would ever get to doing them anyway" you tought as you regained your composure and left the room heading for the stairs.
•you now sat on top of the counter of his kitchen, a glass of cold water in hand from which you periodicly took small sips;
•the only thing you could focus on was the ice cold water sooting your agony as it seemed to indeed help you cool off after the encounter with the sleeping form of your boyfriend;
•"there you are" you heard sids voice come from behind you, a sheepish smile plastered on your face at the tought that his first concern after waking up was you;
•"oh, NOW you wake up" you giggle to yourself as you feel his elbow resting next to you on the counter;
•"what do you mean?" he asks you, tiredness evident in his tone "i mean, yea, ive been sleeping good, but did you try to wake me up or something?";
•"nah, didnt wanna interupt your beauty sleep" you nudge his side playfully "god knows you need it"; "it was just too hot up there, especially with you resting your head between my tits";
•he gasped dramaticly "i would never do such a thing!" ... "sid you and me both know you stare at 'chelles tits whenever we see her and tone' so cut the bullshit" "yea, youre right, im looking at yours right now and they look..." you punch his arm as a warning to not continue what he planned to say;
•"sid, hon, its hot as bollox back in your room, so as much as im flatered by your comments on my great personality id prefer we sleep a little farther apart tonight. you know, just so i dont spontaneously combust while you focus on my boobs on eather side of you head";
•sid slightly laughes before pausing. "can we... go back to bed please?" he avoids your gaze after saying that, making you drop your teasing tone. "sure sid" you say as you hop down from where you were sitting, placing the glass near the sink"are you okay?" you ask your boyfriend,
•"yea, why wouldnt i be?";
•"well, for starters you not only woke up, vut also got out of bed? at 4 am? you?";
•"i didnt know where you went, okay? i just..." he sighed and looked at the floor "i dreamt i lost you too, you know?";
•"well shit..." you murmur as you aproach the boy in front of you;
•you reach out your hands, cupping his face to make him look at you; "look, im here, see? im fine, you dont need to worry, okay?" you say as you reach on your tippy toes, giving him a quick peck before letting yourself fall to your normal height once again;
•"yea... i know" he smiled down at you before continuing "so... can we go now?";
•"sure dude" you smiled back at the boy in front of you before taking his hand and leading him back to his room upstairs;
•its safe to say you didnt get much sleep that night, seeing as he climbed on top of you once again as soon as he feel back asleep, but you didnt get up again; sure, you did try to push him off of you a couple of times, but seeing his persistence you gave up quickly;
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random ahh hc:
after his mom leaving and his dad dying, bro was an emotional wreck;
he became even more clingy than before, trying to somehow make sure you wont leave him too;
so, in return, you had to make sure he knew how much you cared for him;
you know how he followed tony everywhere? and how he showed up at his house? yea, well scratch that, youre his tony now. he shows up at your house unnanounced and ends up sleeping with you on your bed just because he feels like it. like, this of the codependency between him and tony and youve got the general idea of how hed act and what hed do. (their relationship was nothing if not low key homo erotic. well, at least on tonys part ig-);
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okay so thats it guys omg
(i havent written anything in a very long time so im sorry if its ass lmao)
anyway, feel free to point out any spelling mistakes or anything like that, i really dont mind
other than that, have a great rest of your day/night!
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vmpssd · 7 months ago
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more bill brainrot since you're okay with it :) (i think so anyway)
now, I don't really know what scenario to place this in- maybe he's starting to warm up more (physically, emotionally??) or maybe he's helping around your home, I don't know man, D:
he's been really helpful recently, helping with the laundry scattered in the living room, helping to dust some cobwebs in more shaded areas, and other areas of housework.
you couldn't be more thankful for him being so good, lately. it just made your heart warm from seeing him being such a positive influence within you.
you hum whilst drying some dishes, drying them down with a towel while bill takes the dried plates and puts them away, finishing up with your cleaning and with bill putting the last plate away, you smile at him.
"thank you again billy, you've been such a good help, taking such a load off my back."
bill coughs. his yellow color turning red just underneath his eye like blush. his eye averts you, trying to brush it off.
"i'm so good aren't i? the best. you couldn't even think of someone better!"
"mhm, always the best, sweetheart. so good for mommy."
there's something about the way a shiver creeps all the way across bill's body that feels so unreal, even for him. there's a slight, glitched gasp that emits from him at the word 'mommy' that he doesn't seem to register the effect it also has on his body.
bill feels himself heating up considerably fast, a low whine floating through his (non-existent??) mouth. it's not long before you feel him attach himself closer to you, whispering (almost in embarassment) for you to keep talking, just, keep talking.
so you do. "awwh, mommy made you all flustered, billy? so cute. maybe there's a way to make you even more red than you are now."
bill won't admit this (atleast not in this very moment) but he can't deny the pleasure that soars through him that causes his legs to twitch and shake.
he's breathing really heavy now, his eye half-lidded and solely focused on you. watching the way you smile, how your lips curve, that sensual look in your eyes, the way how your body is positioned, just looking down at him like that. (he's in love with it, infatuated, even.)
so when you bend down, pick up his slightly trembling form, and start planting kisses all over him, smearing your lipstick across his body, he can't bring himself to formulate words. let alone a sentence.
he feels the way your lipstick-stained lips glide across his body, the whispers and promises you tell him, the swipe of your tongue and drag of your teeth over his more sensitive zones. oh-ho-ho, he's done for.
"what do you think, billy? should we go back to our room and finish this there? mommy has so much planned with you.."
bill has never made a deal so fast in his life.
(...AAAAAAAA IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD OR SOMETHING, I DIDNT REALLY KNOW WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS BUT I HOPE ITS OKAY TO READ IT!! LOVE YOUUU FOR LETTING ME RANT, LEMME KNOW IF ITS ANNOYING, THANK YOU!!)
NO ANON DW DON'T STOP TALKING AND YES IM OKAY WITH IT, I WOULD BE HAPPY TO HEAR YOUR IDEAS BECAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH IT TOO
YOU JUST GAVE ME A WHOLE FIC AND NOW I AM LOVING YOUR MIND. HIM HELPING US WITH HOUSE CHORES AND HOW IN CHARACTER THIS IS?
'aren't i the best' PROCEEDS TO BE A MESS WHEN WE CALL HIM SWEETHEART AND THANK HIM FOR EVERYTHING
I WOULD PUT ON LIPSTICK JUST TO KISS HIM UGGHHHH to see it on his body no matter the shape or if he's even human, im soooo down bad for him that i would do the triangle without hesitation
looking down at him, chuckling to myself to his whines and how each 'mommy' coming out of my lips gets cipher more worked up 😞😞 manifesting this
THE DRAG OF TEETH OHHHH YOURE COOKING ANON I DO HAVE SO MUCH TO DO TO HIM, NOT WRONG IN THAT
NOT BAD ANON YOUR WRITING IS MMHH GOOD, I ATE THIS ALL UP LIKE THE MOST DELICIOUS MEAL I HAD IN WEEKS BCZ NOT MANY PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THIS, I MYSELF NEVER SAW IT
not annoying also anon! you're welcome to come and rant in my asks whenever you want to!
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sayonara363 · 4 months ago
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OMG I have a crazy idea for an SL AU
What if Jinwoo becomes not a successor of Ashborn but instead of Architect?
Like imagine if he finds in one of the dungeons failed experiments Architect made of the statues that were inspired by robots and mechs but weren’t as strong as Aechitect wanted so now Jinwoo got these half baked robots. Jinwoo then spends a lot of time trying to understand how they work but in the end he succeeded on trying to reprogram them to serve him.
Now Jinwoo and his robots are on a mission to get as many materials from dungeons as they can so Jinwoo can try to make more robots but even more powerful ones and even empowering his old robots as well as improving their AI.
In the process Jinwoo also discovers alchemy and creates potions. Maybe even masters blacksmithing if I I would be able to make sense out of it.
And people are slowly saying something about robots running around clearing or just breaking into dungeons but nobody takes the witnesses seriously.
So fast forward Jeju arc Japanese hunters all die but Korean hunters were able to escape. The ant king still (for the plot) stays on Jeju island and Jinwoo gets inspired to make a robot like the ant king.
Welcome Beru who was turned on the whole night im the living room watching historical dramas because certain somebody (Jinah) forgot to turn off the tv.
Then Beru goes off to kill the ant king they have an epic battle and Beru takes the body of an ant queen and ant king to Jinwoo who now has again an idea on making a portable robot who stores little robots in itself and Jinwoo manages to make this robot buff its own little robots it has in it. The design was inspired by ant queen.
Jinwoo also started to send out his robots on expeditions into the red gates (and he also created a machine that helps him to decipher which gate is red and which is not) and THEN Arhitect finds out about Jinwoo.
He is like “damn, humans are actually capable of something” and yara yara he now has Jinwoo (by a gun point) to be his student.
Together they create “system” and while with Jinwoo architect kinda becomes chill deciding that maybe humanity isn’t as pathetic as he had thought.
And Jinwoo throughout the magic of ✨eavesdropping ✨ finds out about Earth being destroyed in the about three years (yeah i am making it longer) so now he is on a time limit to create a robots capable of killing monarchs.
And then you can think of the rest.
I may have a strong urge to add character like GlaDOS and beside her character like Wheatley.
And every single robot is just sooo loyal to Jinwoo. And they kinda making a plan for their creator to take over the whole world. Jinwoo didnt intended on making them loyal and now they also call him instead of “my liege” like in the original they call him “creator”
I kinda think that SL fandom needs those kind of AU that are really different from original *gets flashbacks from undertale AUs* , or not… but anyway I have a strong urge to write this fic. But… *stares back at her incomplete work* yeah even if I post it it may take quite a lot of time to post due to how bad my grammar is in English and I need a lot of time to reread through my fics to see if I have made any mistakes.
Anyway I would have LOVED to hear your guys thoughts and even some more details to this AU if anybody finds it interesting
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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 11 months ago
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I need more Ville Valo fics 😩 no one seems to do them anymore! I need another part to Love You To Death! 😍
Love You To Death (Pt. 2)
Y/N makes the painful decision to leave the romance she found in Finland behind, but fate has different plans in mind. By fate, I mean Bam and Ville.
Ville Valo X Fem!Reader, (slight Bam Margera X Ville Valo if you squint?)
(Fluff, angst)
2.5k Words
Warnings: Highly suggestive content, alcohol, manipulation, power imbalance, toxic relationships, unwelcome flirting, creepy guys,
An: Thank you so much for the request!! I had a ball writing this and I’m sure you’ll enjoy t as well :) This was the first fic I wrote after finishing finals, so I hope this is up to par with my usual work! I really wanted to explore how Bam was affected by what was going on with Ville and how Ville feels almost protective of Y/N. As a note, there’s a painting referenced in this fic that was based off of a real piece in the Philadelphia Museaum of art! Anyways, thank you so much for the request and please keep sending them in!
“You’re not actually gonna stay with him, are you?” Bam raised an eyebrow at you from where he was laying against the hotel room mattress. Continuing to fill him in on what happened that night, you cracked open your own tiny mini bar liquor with a sigh, “No, I mean- I can’t.” Bending down to pick up the steadily growing pile of bottles at his bedside, you rolled your eyes, “I mean- it’s not like I could just pack up all my shit and move to Finland!” Trying to ignore your heartbeat thrumming in your ears, you went over the same thing you had been rolling around in your mind since you left Ville’s flat no more than an hour ago.
Tomorrow, you would be flying back home to Philly, away from Finland and away from him, and as well as you knew you couldn’t stay, you didn’t want to go. But as unobservant as he usually was, Bam’s liquor-addled mind made a connection there. He respected Ville. Ville was in love with you. You were friends with Bam. It would be so easy to earn himself a little easy cred with him if he set the two of you up- you know, play Cupid. “So, you got his number?”
Too distracted with stress packing, you didn’t give Bam’s question a second thought, “Of course I did. Why do you care?” Good. He gave you some BS about how Ville is his friend, and if you hadn't gotten his number, he would say you’re stupid, “I know he’s really hot, but I get it- he’s moving a little fast. I mean, you guys just met!” The lip service continued and you were lucky you couldn’t see that smirk of his he was so not hiding. But Bam’s words hit a little closer to home than you expected and made you pause a bit. “Yeah, yeah- I hear ya…”
Bam was getting a thrill out of playing double agent- maybe more than he should. That night, far after he was sure you were out cold, guess who he was calling up? “Ville, man- I got just the idea for you to win over Y/N!” His giddiness was a contrast to Ville’s half-drunk stupor he dove into after you left, still somehow as smooth as ever, “Hmm?” Cupping his hand around the receiver in the dark, Bam went on a rambling, half coherent rant about this master plan of his, which Ville periodically hummed in agreement to. In both of their minds, it sounded pretty foolproof. And there you were, fast asleep about five feet away from where this whole trap intended for you was unfolding.
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Months later, once the initial flames of desire died down, you kept in touch with Ville in the form of constant phone calls that seemed to stretch on for eternities. Even if he didnt go on and on about this romanticized, poetic vision he had of the two of you together in the future, you couldn’t help but find his voice so pleasant to listen to. It was hypnotic, the way he detailed something as mundane as how stunning the countryside in Finland was in the springtime, how plentiful and beautiful the wildflowers are there. “Of course, they couldn’t compare to your beauty, my dear.” Ville purred his words in a way that almost made you blush and giggle.
Based on the low chuckle he let out at your reaction, you were sure he picked up on it. “There is, however, something I’d like to discuss with you, Y/N.” His voice took on a conspiratorial tone that made you listen a bit closer. “I’ll be going on tour in a few weeks- and seeing as I’ll have a day off in Philadelphia, I was wondering if you would be interested in going out together?” Holy shit. You would be seeing him face to face- like, actually in person. “Oh- of course I’d be interested! That would be amazing!” A disbelieving grin spread across your face, your heart fluttering a little at the prospect, “I can’t wait.” Ville seemed content with your enthusiasm and the way this was trending, letting out a hum of satisfaction, “Neither can I, darling.”
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Bam seemed pretty eager to get your ass out of the house the night before Ville was set to arrive in town. While you were perfectly content with spending the evening fucking around with him and the rest of the guys (because that’s you usually did on a Friday night), for some reason he couldn’t let that happen. “Y’know what? I’m really not feelin’ like going out tonight.” Excuses like this were uncharacteristic of Bam, but you suspended your dislebeleif as he got up from where the two of you were watching tv on the couch, grabbing something off the kitchen table, “It’s lady’s night at 15 North! I think you should go hang out with your girlfriends, have a few drinks, here-”
Turning around to where you had been following behind him, Bam shoved a handful of twenties into your hand and grinned, trying to sound nonchalant, “It's on me!” Part of you wanted to question why the hell he did this big three sixty from how cold he was acting towards you in Finland. But another part of you, a part with a little less shame, knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when said horse was buying you and your friends drinks. Considering your options for a moment, you nodded, “You know what? I will go out!”
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That whole thing with Ville just happening to have that time off in Philly wasn't nearly as coincidental as he made it out to be, but that wasn’t the only dishonesty here. Even though they were more than capable of discussing it over the phone, Bam urged him to stop by the castle so they would have the opportunity to ‘talk about it more’. Really, the whole thing was a ploy to keep Ville in one place with him and to show off the castle in one big effort to impress him. Though he was unaffected by his childish attempts to win his favor, Ville decided not to say anything on his thinly veiled intentions or tacky choices in interior design. Bam was giving him some pretty useful information, so it wouldn’t be wise to write him off just yet.
Bam had told Ryan and the other guys the same excuse he told you, which they questioned even less. Adding to this web of lies was the fact Ville got in town a day earlier than he told you he would. You decided to stop by Bam’s to pick something up that you left there the previous night before retiring to your place, so you would only discover this fact when you stumbled through the door around the early AM’s to a figure in the darkness of the living room, lounging on the couch with a glass of something dark that he sat down on a table as you walked in. It was silent as you peered around a corner, still pretty tipsy. The light from the entryway illuminated this person’s silhouette enough for you to see a sliver of a swirling tattoo peek out from under a sleeve- one you instantly recognized. “Ville…?”
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You should’ve known; who else would look that good in the dark? Of course, you had a lot of questions for Ville, but he gave you the rundown after you nearly pounced on him, “We arrived at a hotel around an hour ago, and while Midge and Linde- and the rest of the fellows were getting settled,” Ville ran his fingers through your hair idly while you pretty much sat on his lap, ”Bam rang me to ask if I would mind staying at his place for a night or two. Who am I to say no to that?” Gently taking your chin to tilt your head up, he pressed a kiss to your cheekbone, “All the more time I get to spend with you, my love.” A hummingbird couldn’t have caught Ville at work, the way he was playing you, and judging by the way you were blushing and melting onto his lap like warm butter, his charms were working their magic on you.
“Anyways,” Glancing down at you, he quickly brushed it off as if he wasn’t just thrilled by how flustered he could make you with such a simple gesture, “I was wondering if you’d care to go out for drinks sometime?” Well, Bam had asked him if he wanted to continue their conversation tomorrow night over a few beers at Rex’s, which gave him the idea to ask you. Close enough. “Oh, I’d love to!” You giggled, laying back against his chest.
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There was pretty obvious confusion in Bam’s half awake gaze the next morning when he saw first you in the kitchen making yourself some toast, then Ville at the coffee maker. Why the hell were you here? Wait, did the two of you…? “Y/N?” He thought he was having some kind of weird dream- some nightmare, but nope, this was reality. “Oh, hey Bam!” Turning around, you took a bite from your toast, “What’s up?” If the smirk on your face wasn’t telling enough, the fact that the two of you were half dressed certainly was. “You stayed here last night?” You could practically see Bam’s train of thought on his face as he looked between you and him, “Ohhhh…” Ville quietly chuckled at his reaction, not seeming to notice the traces of jealousy in his gaze.
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You were completely oblivious to the fact that there were serious art museums in Pennsylvania until Ville took you to one. Well, you knew there probably were some out there, but the thought never really crossed your mind that people actually go to these places. But there the two of you were, strolling through the Philadelphia Museum of Art. The only sounds that echoed off the tall ceilings of the exhibit hall were the clacking of rubber soles on marble and the hushed whispers among people who actually had opinions on this kind of art.
Sure, you appreciated the stuff, but Ville understood the meaning in seemingly any kind of art that you couldn’t even begin to grasp. Stopping in his tracks, he turned to gaze at a painting that caught his eye: this Christophe Guérin piece titled L'Amour Désarmé. You looked at it as well, trying to gather any meaning from what appeared to be a pretty straightforward subject: a woman holding a bow and arrow away from Cupid, who was reaching to grab it. Standing there a moment next to you, Ville spoke up in a low murmur, “Even though I feel the Metamorphoses is a bit overdone, I’ve always found paintings depicting them impactful...” He didn’t even need to see you to visualize the confused look in your face from his words, so he explained. “See, the woman, Venus, is disarming her son, Cupid- but what she doesn’t know is that she’s already been pierced by his arrow.”
Well, you gathered some of that on your own. “So, now she’s going to fall in love with someone?” Eyes no longer fixed on the painting, he turned to you as you still admired the art, completely oblivious, “Yes. In the myth, it’s a mortal: Adonis. It’s symbolic of love as an uncontrollable force-“ In awe of the way he could just think so deeply about things, the double meaning of his words went completely over your head. “One that binds people together beyond what can be grappled with or comprehended by you or I…”
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You didn’t really mind that Bam tagged along with the two of you to the bar after Ville finished the show that night, but you were starting to get an inkling that he did. Honestly, at this point, you didn’t really care. Sure, you had known him for way longer than you knew Ville, but not in a million years could he hope to compare to him in your eyes- not now. It was like Bam was some child, constantly vying for attention, and it was starting to get on your nerves. Almost as much as that guy who had been flirting with you since Ville left to use the men's.
“Y’know, I saw you from across the bar over there …Can I buy you a drink?” Looking over to Bam for any hope of getting out of this situation, the only response you got from him was the cold shoulder as he glanced away, pretending not to know you. Asshole. Glancing away, now both angry at him and the guy, you replied flatly, “I’m with someone.” Still, he kept pressing, not getting the hint in the slightest, “I didn’t ask who you were with- I wanted to buy you a drink.”
The aggression in his voice would’ve put you on edge a little if it weren’t for Ville’s return with incredible timing, sliding between you and the creep. “Hope you weren't too lonely without me, love.” Having seen everything, he still paid the guy no mind, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. Too preoccupied with your little victory, you didn’t notice that, barely out of your line of sight, this bitter look crossed Bam’s face as he took another swig of his drink.
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Ville had to leave the next morning. You knew that when he showed up, he would have to leave- you would be an idiot for thinking this could end in any other way, but you didn’t want him to. There was no logic to how you felt, but yet again when did logic have anything to do with love? Bam wasn't awake, but even if he was he’d probably still be sulking in his room. He probably hated you now. But there you and Ville stood, in the living room at Castle Bam among all the dark velvet, the dim light of early day flooding in through the back window. “My heart aches for you, Y/N.” Delicate features bathed in cool blue, he took your hand in his and his words came to you, deliberate and earnest. “But you have a life to live. I have a tour to finish.” Your heart wept at his words. This whole situation with Ville- it was killing you. In three months, your life was turned upside down by a complete stranger, and you were helpless to do anything about it.
“No more of what’s keeping you here, and no more of what’s pulling me away from you. If not today then some day, my dear…You will be mine.” Lifting your hand to his lips, he pressed a kiss to your knuckle. “Only mine.”
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AITA for headcanoning deadnames for trans characters for symbolism purposes?
im a trans guy (minor if it matters) who's been a fan of this one show for a little over a year. none of the characters are canonically trans, but there's a lot of trans allegories to be drawn from the material if you're me or my mutuals at least. the two main characters are both male and i ended up developing an au where they're both explicitly transmasc as a way for me to just explore trans themes in an alternate narrative. i haven't begun writing it yet but definitely plan to once i feel like it's solidly locked in my brain, and i've been sharing snippets & concepts every so often.
part of this was thinking of how they would've chosen their current names, and name symbolism got me considering what they would've changed them away from as well. one character i thought could've initially been named after his mother so i can draw contrasts between the two, and the name i decided on for her has a meaning that highlights her relationship with her father (and the character's relationship with his father in turn); it's also the name of the character's daughter figure in the show. a lot of the other main character's backstory kind of revolves around his dead sister, so i thought by making his deadname that sister's name then i could turn that into an allegory about transness and childhood and sibling death (and sororicide but we don't have time to unpack all that). i don't plan on ever explicitly referring to the characters by their deadname in the narration, except maybe in an ironic tone, but i think it would be cool to sort of sprinkle in references as subtext to just give the readers something more to chew on.
the thing is i've seen posts around talking about how nice it is to make trans characters/headcanons without once considering their deadnames, or how weird it is for people to consider them, and i definitely agree with the sentiment; one of the biggest goals for many trans people is for their past selves to be completely irrelevant, and i feel a bit guilty for perpetuating something so painful for the general community.
but i still don't think i'm an asshole in any way since these are literally just characters and obviously i'm not going around talking about real people's deadnames or anything. i just don't want to make people uncomfortable/trigger dysphoria if they find someone talking about deadnames for a trans charactsr they're attached to (i've definitely had that happen myself when reading trans fics, enough that i had to stop reading, and i don't know how you'd even tag for something like that). if the general gut reaction to this ask is negative then i'll probably consider just not talking about the deadnames unless someone asks about it, since they're not crucial to the plot at all, just some uhh not so fun tidbits.
anyway sorry this is so long for something i feel like might be a non-issue that i'm overthinking. if you somehow guessed the fandom have a chocolate 🫀 if you're one of my few mutuals who knows who i am from the details of the au then um pretend you didnt see this post.
What are these acronyms?
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shehatescoffee · 3 months ago
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Do you have any other drafts you plan on publishing? If yes what’s the plot of those shortly
do i have other drafts....YES! TOO MANY!! thanks for asking bc i love to yap about them!
now, no promises that these will get published anytime soon or at all, since i still have multiple published WIPs to finish, but i'll list out some of the ones im sort of confident will see the light of day. a lot are more just ideas/brief outlines, but cest la vie!
itfs hunger games au: self explanatory 🤭 megumi as katniss, yuuji as peta, you know the deal 😏 would probably diverge a bit from the movie/book plots at some point
stsg groundhog day fix it fic: satoru relives the year between the plasma star vessel mission and suguru's defection over and over until he can find a way to save suguru
itfs dr. jeykll & mr. hyde au: yuuji as dr. jeykull and sukuna as mr. hyde, megumi as the lawyer friend checking up on yuuji
itfs as stucky au: yuuji as steve rogers and megumi as bucky barnes. yeah.
itfs middle school au: possible oneshot/twoshot about delinquent megumi and popular/prep yuuji
yet another itfs college au: childhood friends itfs lose contact and reconnect in college, but they've both changed quite a bit and they aren't sure if their friendship can ever be like it was. lots of pining and miscommunication and other scrumptious things like that
dadjo and megumi character/relationship study: oneshot examining inherited trauma, breaking cycles, etcetc
itfs model x pro athlete au: oneshot about model megumi and his boyfriend, pro-baseball or basketball player yuuji
jjk/stsg ohshc: satoru as tamaki, suguru as haruhi, need i say more?
itfs canonverse post-cursed womb must die arc: angsty oneshot about megumi trying to process yuuji's death. maybe a hint of dadjo
itfs hercules au: yuuji as hercules, megumi as megara, gojo as zeus, sukuna as hades, etcetcetc
itfs sorcerer killer megumi: megumi if toji didnt die and didnt abandon him, and instead raised him to be a hitman. then toji is killed by gojo, and megumi makes it his life mission to kill gojo, who feels guilty for fighting a kid whos dad he murdered but also said kid is trying to kill him so. somehow yuuji fits in here somewhere idk this is a new idea!
sorry that's a lot but that's pretty much everything in my drafts at the moment. prob isnt smart to put them out there when they are so infantile, but tbh who cares right? in all likelihood, i will simply post more and more college aus or things like that, since idk when i'll have the time for some of these more intense ideas and i just LOVE college itfs its my drug of choice. after i wrap up Dive In, im hoping to post some oneshots before diving in (lol) to another longfic.
im literally always bouncing around ideas inside my hollow skull, and it is VERY easy to get me interested in an idea, so this list is always getting longer which makes it less likely ill ever post them, but who knows!
and dont cancel me but i also REALLY wanna write an a/b/o itfs fic because i dont think this fandom has enough but idk if people would want that 😔 call me a freak i guess 😔😔😔
anyway, im happy to talk more about any of these ideas, or what im currently working on, or about things other people would like to see me write! im always always open to suggestions/ideas so feel free to send me some if you so desire. and anyone feel free to let me know if any of these ideas speak to you :) maybe it will motivate me to actually write them!
thank you for the ask, anon!! 🥰
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Hey I really enjoy your writing! Just wanted to ask if you could maybe write a Stuilly fic based on the song Starman by David Bowie
GUESS WHOS BACK!!! so sorry for the long ass pause on requests i have not been in the mood but now i am back in order and working on em again! getting this out first cause the razzle dazzle series is for my boyfriend and his ass can be patient (jk love you raz)
anyway dawg i can guarantee this is not what you were wanting but uhh yeah i forgot my original plan and im a sucker for 2001 a space odyssey! thank you for your patience..enjoy!
“cmon dude it was a good fuckin’ movie!”
three fucking hours. For what? some infant approaching earth? it made no god damn sense to billy.
three hours ago, stu had came over to his house, said he had some movie randy gave him that he wanted to watch. Only problem is that it wasn’t their usual type. it wasnt some movie with an unnecessary amount of gore and sex like psycho, it wasnt a apocalypse type movie like evil dead..it was..well. some space movie.
billy was never one for nerdy topics like space. stu was though. Autistic bitch.
From his point of view, this space odyssey 2000 what fuckin’ ever movie sucked. it was boring. billy had high hopes for the movie, especially because of how excited stu seemed to be about it. Psh. yeah. hes never trusting his judgement in movies again. 
“half of the damn thing was full of dave breathing! how can you call that a good movie?! What did you get out of this?”
stu stood on the bed, his arms flailing about in the way they always did when he was excited about something. he gasped, loud and dramatic. he always acted so offended when billy was right about something.
“how can-” he turned to a make believe audience outside of the window before turning back to billy. “its a fantastic movie! Way better than that deathproof shit you put on!”
“At least deathproof has some god damn gore in it!”
“does not!!”
billy grabbed stu’s ankles, tugging them forward and forcing his balance off, causing the taller boy to fall back.
they always argued like this. stu would find a shitty movie billy hated and then would get all pissy that he didnt like it. he knew billys damn taste in movie! gorey, sexy, women getting killed, men getting fucked! anything rather than this gay guys x some fucking robot in the wall bullshit!
“for your information, you dick,” stu grumbled, sitting himself up, “i got..a really good david bowie song out of this!” he scoffs, crossing his arms. 
yeah yeah, david bowie. sure. fucking david bowie. billy couldve spent his time literally any other way and yet he sat here with stu watching some faggot movie because david bowie made a song based on it. of course. very fucking stu like. 
he was already in too deep. something about seeing that stupid smile on stu’s face made the night a little more tolerable. his eyes were almost as bright as the stars in that stupid fucking movie. every time he spoke about it they would light up, bright blue shimmering much like some white dwarf stars he used to talk about. billy’s been with stu throughout almost all of his shitty little obsessions; space being one of them.
it was entertaining watching him get excited over some robot. billy had listened patient throughout the movie as stu rambled about how he highly doubted they would be this far in the future of space technology in 2001. sure, they had made it to the moon only a year after this movie was created, but still, he had his doubts.
billy huffed out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. this guy was so stupid.
stu seemed to take offence, slapping his hands down on his knees. “david bowie makes damn good music, fuck you! he made starman, ill have you know! you like that song!”
that was true. billy did enjoy that song. but it wasnt just the song. it was the song when stu sang it. thats what he liked. he liked watching his stupid partner in crime let loose, acting like he was on some talent show where the talent was more performance based and not on how well you could sing.
“whatever man..” billy muttered, reaching forward and tucking his arms under stu’s. he tugged him toward his chest, draping the boy on his torso. stu instinctively wrapped his arms around billys neck, head resting on his shoulder. it was a little uncomfortable, considering the one under him was much shorter than he was. 
it was dark in billys room. the tv had the credits of the movie rolling, everything else was dark. billy sighed, lifting a arm and tossing it over to his bedside table, pressing play on his radio. some rock song started playing - he recognized it as the ramones. cool. that works. the volume was low. 
“if your dad catches us like this, we’re dead.” stu whispered absentmindedly. he wasn’t wrong. billy’s father wasn’t too fond of their..’friendship’. of course, it was more than that. but he didnt ever speak on it. and stu knew better than to question their relationship.
it didnt matter to either of them. they had their plans. billy’s dad would be dead soon enough, he was one of the reasons his mother left anyway. his life didn’t matter to billy and stu could care less about the loomis family. he was only interested in their youngest son. 
the shorter hummed dismissively, his hand lifting and burying itself in stu’s growing hair. christ, billy needed to cut it again. he’s been cutting stu’s hair since freshman year. they had plans to give him a bleached tip look once they had gone through with their plans. yknow, different identities and shit like that.
there was a small vibration coming from the spot on his shoulder where stu’s neck was resting. the taller was humming to that song they both enjoyed. starman. it was dumb. stu was dumb. it was also really fucking calming. too calming. billy hated being vulnerable like this. there was so much that could go wrong. he could be left again.
stu had been the constant in billy’s life. since middle school, when they met, stu has been in billys life. for most of it, it involved them obsessing over some gore video stu found on the dark web, maybe occasionally killing an animal or two. then they hit highschool. that was the time they ‘lost their minds,’ as stu’s older sister once said.
they were closer than ever in highschool. maybe it was the urges for violence getting strong, maybe it was billys mother leaving. whatever it was, it led them here. in billys bed, in the dark, listening to shitty rock.
stu turned his head to face up, giving billy his award winning smile. “billy?” he asked, voice all innocent. “if our plan were to backfire, and you died..would you wait for me in the sky? like in the song?”
billy chuckled, snorting at the thought. there were a few things wrong with that question. “stu..why would our plan backfire? it’s perfect as is. and if i died, wouldnt you die too?”
“no! i could say you pressured me, then i wont be arrested.”
“yes you would idiot!” billy slapped the back of his head, causing stu to groan. from pleasure or pain, he didnt care. stu was fucking weird.
“would not!!”
after a few shoves and a few giggles, they settled again. it took a long moment for billy to finally answer his damn question, just like it always did.
“if i died,” he started, “youd be the first person id haunt. watch over. whatever, same thing.”
and thats all stu needed. he never got an ‘i love you’ out of billy. he always jumped around saying it. status got it down. anything similar to it would count in his book. hearing that one sentence made his heart beat just slightly faster. yeah, yeah billy loved him. 
and thats enough for stuart. billy was his starman.
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Hi there!!! I hope you’re having a nice day :3
I have had some insane sanji agere angst fics (MYLTIPLE) brewing in my mind and i NEED to express them.
So uhm rambles ^_^
So like. Okay one of them is like everybody is super duper busy working on projects, except sanji. He like finished all his stuff, and he even tried to help out (but again, everyone was busy and didnt rlly want him around) so he ended up going into the aquarium to regress, and as he does, A GROUP OF PIRATES INVADES THE SHIP!! And obviously he isnt able to help because he’s so far down in his regression, but who knows that? Since no body like, helped him with his regression gear or anyrhing, other than the fact he was in his prime regression spot and had coloring supplies (that probably got moved around from the rocking of the ship), he looks… like he’s not regressex. So someone (i ws planning on having zoro !!) quickly goes downstairs to get him and then he has to fight, but he struggles alot. Which is obviously weird for their chef?? But regardless maybe he’s just tired.. so they leave it be and he ends up getting like injured a little during his fights, and it MESSES with him. Loke he goes all panicky and like worries about being a bad crewmate once the fight is over, and he is like freaking out. And he has like a mini meltdown (which he eventually gets found by nami or sum anf she puts the peices together nd then helps him calm down ^_^!!)
-im in the works of writing that one rn 💔💔
AND THENNN!! Anither one (bc my brain loves baby sanji angst) is him regressing while on an island, because he cant find anybidy wlse (which usually doesnt happen but it can.) and he gets all nervous bc suddenly he’s like zoro and cant find his way back,, and he again, has a freakout after getting lost. But uh. Zoro also happpens to be lost and finds him and totally does not get lost on the way back to the ship
-I got lost in a target with my boyfriend yesterday so uh. Thats where that one came from ^_^!…
Nd then last one i promise. (Sanji sickfic!!) Sanji wakes up really badly ill and in a lower headspace than the rest of the crew has like EVER seen him. So while theyr all struggling to figure out how to take care of the suffering baby, they are also trying to figure out hiw he even got sick??? Like he’s not human how could this happen… anyway baby cries alot and caregivers are trying to figure out like how to help. !!!
YAYYY RAMBLING OVER!!! Thank you for listening :3!
Hi hi!
Oooh bring on the angst!! >:3
~Oooh I love that so much! Adding a couple of ideas going through my head right now, don’t know how much you’ve already written- but anyways. The added angst that Zoro, or whoever goes to get Sanji, is stressed from the attack and end up snapping, especially when Sanji is trying to stutter out something- (the fact that he’s small no doubt)
~And Sanji just assumes that the crew knew he was regressed and just didn’t care. He wasn’t wanted around earlier, maybe they’re realizing he’s a burden. I think this comes partially because Luffy has a huge thing about not fighting when regressed- he’s the captain, it’s his job to do the dangerous stuff while the kiddos stay safe, so having to fight regressed threw him off even more. Also just cause Sanji with insecurity issues.
~Welp, at least we can be lost together <- Zoro probably
~Okay but it’s so scary being regressed and not knowing where you are or where the people you were with went to. Especially because you feel like a kid, but it’s not as though anyone is going to stop and try and help like you might with an actual kid, so you’re just stuck wandering.
~Also again, adding in Sanji’s own insecurities, that even when he knows it’s irrational, there is always that thought telling him that the crew left him behind on purpose
~Baby crying because this is one of the few times he’s gotten sick. Bonus angst would be to add Usopp regressing as well. I speak from experience, but seeing someone sick after loosing a parent to an illness is very triggering. Even if it’s just like, a common cold. It does not help even knowing that rationally. So now the crew has a sick baby on their hands and a sobbing toddler who’s not even sure what he’s so upset about.
~I have a fic started that is similar to this concept, revolving Usopp after Nami got sick, and then again involving his past before joining the crew, so yeah, I really like the idea :3
In fact I loved all of your ideas! I am rooting for you so much to write out all of these ideas! You’ve got this!!!
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