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moonchild9350 · 4 months ago

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You Have Me

Summary: You've been best friends/roommates with Jeongin for awhile. You thought you knew everything about your friend. However, one night you find out a little secret about Jeongin that is just too good to ignore.

Pairing: friends to lovers, nonidol sub Jeongin x soft dom fab reader

Genre: Smut: 18+ MDNI please

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: lots of teasing, dry humping, handjob, pussy job, oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v penetration, creampie (wrap it up folks), use of term noona, phone sex in a way, somnophilia, voyerisum, masturbation, edging, dirty talk I think that's it lol

Notes: I love dom Innie but I also just love the concept of sub, whiny Innie. The concept just does things to me lol. I hope y'all like it!

Likes, comments, reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

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“Argh! Dammit nooo!” You scream, banging the controller on the floor.

Jeongin, who was sitting above you on the couch chuckled at your distress. You were playing a round of zombie royale with your best friend and roommate Jeongin and well it wasn’t going so well. You had just died, resurrecting as a member of the undead. Jeongin was still alive, fighting as best as he could for the team, as your numbers were slowly decreasing.

“It’s ok noona,” he said while trying to fight off a hoarde. “Look for an elixir so you can join us again.”

You nodded, beginning your search. This was a typical Friday night for both of you, neither of you having to go into work the next day. You loved these nights, spent playing video games late into the night, snack wrappers scattered around you, as you played whatever game you decided on earlier in the day. It was late, you both playing one more round before you decided to call it a night.

Jeongin was doing well, he was completely focused on the screen. He was trying to win it for the team, and by the looks of it, he’ll probably succeed. It was silent as you both focused, the sound of the buttons on the controller being rapidly pressed echoing throughout the room. You had just found an elixir, when Jeongin yelled in victory. He was the last human standing as the other team’s player succumb to the dead.

“Fuck yeah!” Jeongin yelled, getting up to do a little victory dance. You laughed as he danced around the room. You decided to get up and dance with him because why not, you were on his team anyway. After spinning around the room and brining out your insane dance moves, you both collapsed on the couch, laughing your heads off as you tried to catch your breath.

Jeongin turned to face you, “good job noona, even though you became a zombie.” You playfully hit his shoulder, with a grin on your face.

“Hey! I could have made it just so you know. That zombie came out of nowhere!”

Jeongin laughed, “I know, I know.” He took a deep breath and said, “let’s clean up? I’m kinda tired.”

You shook your head yes as you got up and started picking up food wrappers. Jeongin gathered the controllers, putting them on the docking stations. After cleaning, Jeongin said goodnight, giving you a hug. You sat back down on the couch, not quite ready for bed. You were so happy to be living with your best friend, most days filled with happiness. You’d known Jeongin since middle school, as you were neighbors. You became fast friends after you saved him from some not so nice kids that lived in your neighborhood. They thought he was a nerd and therefore a loser.

You thought the opposite, so you stuck up for the new kid on the block. Jeongin appreciated your kindness and the rest is history. Now you live together and you even work together. You couldn’t imagine life without him. He’s still a nerd, which you loved, but over the years he’s become handsome. You noticed it and other women noticed it too, especially those at your work. Not a day goes by they’re not flirting with him.

It’s been awhile since Jeongin has brought a girl over, which shocked you. You’d discuss what be thought about the new girl at work or if he’s found anyone on a dating app. He’d deflect his answer however, saying he’s not interested in dating at the moment. You’d never push him, not wanting to make your best friend uncomfortable, but you did find his reaction odd. Whatever his decision though, you’d respect it, as it wasn’t your place to meddle in.

You had put on a tv show, turning the volume down so as not to disturb Jeongin. Everything was calm and peaceful until you heard a moan. You froze on the couch, listening for the sound again. Seconds went by without a sound so you dismissed the disturbance, thinking it was the tv. However , minutes later, you heard another moan. You picked up the remote and muted it, listening for the sound and…there it was again. It was definitely coming from Jeongin’s room.

You got up and made your way to his door, placing your hand on the door handle. You twisted the knob, not knocking as you guys didn’t really care if you came into each others rooms, and opened the door. What you saw caused you to gasp.

Jeongin was laying on his bed, his head thrown back. He wasn’t wearing any pants or boxers and was stroking his hard cock. You were frozen in your spot, watching as he glided his hand over the shaft, before circling his wrist over the head. His breathing was shallow, as he let out little moans.

You really should move, leave him be and go to your room. You were about to do so until you heard a voice, a woman’s voice come from his…his phone?

“How does it feel baby? Does my hand feel good?”

“Ye..yes Noona, it feels so good,” Jeongin whined, stroking his cock a little faster. He whimpered, jerking his hips up into his hand.

Was your best friend talking to a sex line? You were shocked. At that moment, something switched in you. You closed the door and walked towards your best friend. He has yet to notice you in which you were amazed. You climbed onto his bed, straddling his legs causing his eyes to fly open, shock all over his face.

He tried to cover his cock with his hands, hiding it from your view, but you slapped his hands away, rising your eyebrows daring him to try to cover himself again. You watched as he swallowed, uncertainty on his face. But he was horny, he was hard, and the woman on the other side of the call was still talking, edging him on.

“Stroke your cock harder for me baby. Can you do that? Be a good boy and listen ok?”

Jeongin hesitantly reached down to touch his cock once more, unsure if he should comply, but you slapped his hand out the way, grabbing onto his member instead, as Jeongin let out a gasp. You looked down, getting a good look at his cock. It was pretty, a nice length and slightly thick, enough to stretch you and fill you up nicely you thought . You ran your finger over his pretty pink tip, pre-cum leaking from the tip, pushing your finger down slightly.

Jeongin let out a little whimper, the pout you love forming on his face. You looked him in the eyes as you started to stroke his cock, working your hand up and down the shaft. Jeongin let out a loud moan, his hips bucking up into your hand. You grinned at the sound, before leaning down to spit on the head. You watched as it dropped down his pretty length, mixing with his precum as you worked his cock.

You watched him squirm at the mercy of your hand, watching his face scrunch in pleasure. The sight in front of you was beautiful, a sight you could definitely get used to. You could feel your arousal drip into your panties, soaking the material at the thought that he was feeling this way because of you.

“Does baby boy feel good hmm? Imagine my pretty lips around your cock baby, yeah? That’s it baby.” The woman on the phone said.

With a glint in your eyes, you leaned down before wrapping your lips around his cock, sucking the head into your mouth. Jeongin let out an animalistic howl, you’re sure that even the neighbors heard. You bobbed your head, before taking him to the hilt, the hair framing the base of his cock tickling your face. You peeked up to look at your best friend, letting out a moan at the sight of him gone, his mouth wide open, chest heaving, as you sucked the soul out of his cock. You massaged his balls before leaning down to take one into your mouth.

Jeongin began to thrust his hips upwards, gently fucking your mouth. The woman was still speaking, but neither one of you were paying attention to her voice. You licked a stripe from the base to the tip before wrapping your lips around the head once more, suckling the tip. Jeongin’s moans got louder and more raspy. He was close, you could tell, as he fell apart in your mouth. But you weren’t going to let him have it that easily.

You lifted your head, your lips leaving his cock with a pop. Jeongin looked at you with wide eyes, letting out a whine at his fading orgasm. You crawled up his body to hover over him. While looking him in the eyes, you reached over and disconnected the call, a smirk on your face.

“Mmm learned something new about my best friend tonight,” you purred, your finger brushing down his chest, as you pinched his nipple. “You like to be told what to do huh? You get off on being bossed around.”

All Jeongin could do was whimper, the answer clear in his eyes. Straddling his legs, you gave an experimental grind of your hips, the feeling of his cock dragging against your clothed core causing you to let out a sigh.

“You didn’t have to call some random hotline Innie baby.” You said as you rolled your hips again.

You had him where you wanted him, his eyes dragging from your face to where your hips met his cock and back to your face again. You watched as he swallowed loudly, his Adams apple bobbing with the motion.

“Noona, please,” Jeongin whispered out.

He was losing his mind. His best friend was on top of him, who just gave him the best head of his life, and is talking to him like he’s nothing. He’s cock twitched at the thought.

You grinned down at him before saying, “you know why you don’t have to call some random woman Innie? Hmm?”

Jeongin shook his head no, his words stuck in his throat.

“Because you have me baby,” you purred as you took off your top. Your breast were on display, your nipples hardening as the cold hit them.

“Now let’s play some more Innie. Here’s the rules, no touching unless I say so. You’re going to do what I say. Got it?” You said, brushing the back of your hand across his cheek.

Jeongin nodded fervently, watching as you got up to take off your sleep shorts, dragging your panties with them. He couldn’t take his eyes off your body, the vision of every wet dream he’s ever had. He wanted to touch you, but he remembered your rules, not wanting to disobey. He likes when women tell him what to do in bed, not that he’s had much experience, most women not comfortable doing so. But here you are, his best friend, in the flesh, ready to make his dreams come true.

You straddled his legs once more, dragged his cock through your lips, the slide was easy between your slick, your spit, and his precum leaking from his cock. You ground your hips faster, the tip of his cock hitting your clit deliciously over and over. Jeongin was a whining mess, his fists opening and closing at his sides. You smirked at his obedience, the act turning you on even more as more slick gushed out your pussy and onto his pelvis and cock.

You looked at his pretty lips, parted in ecstasy. How many days have you thought about his lips, his mouth and what it could do. What better time to find out but now.

Jeongin watched as you lifted your hips and stood up, making your way towards his head. He looked up at you, a pout on his face as he waited for your next move.

“I’m gonna sit on your face baby, make sure you eat it good.” You said as you squatted over his face. Joengin’s eyes were huge as he looked at your pussy, subconsciously licking his lips. He let out little whimpers as you got closer to his face. You grinned at how eager he was.

“You’re gonna do what I ask right? You’re gonna make me feel good right baby?”

“Yes, yes noona! Need your pussy, sit on my face noona.” Jeongin said as he made to grab your hips to bring you even closer.

“Did I say you can touch me?”

Jeongin looked at you like a kid that got caught. “I’m..I’m sorry noona.” He said quietly.

“It’s ok Innie, I’ll let it slide this time.”

You lowered yourself over his face, his breath fanning across your lips causing your pussy to clench in anticipation. Jeongin grabbed your hips harder and pulled you down onto his face, letting out a loud groan as he licked up your slit, before sucking your clit into his mouth. You were at a loss for words, as he suckled the bud and rolled it against his tongue. You watched as he made out with your pussy, pulling your further into his face. You started to grind your hips, riding his tongue, as your arousal pooled into his mouth. His nose tickled your clit, the stimulation causing shivers to run down your back.

Jeongin grunted before shoving his tongue into your entrance, licking your walls over and over. You were shocked at how fast you felt your high approaching, the feeling of a band tightening in your belly. You sped up your hips, riding his tongue faster and faster, the thought of Jeongin not being able to breath as your smothered his face with your pussy not even crossing your mind. Jeongin let out a loud muffled moan, the vibrations causing you to tip over the edge. You rode out your high, your thighs squeezing together against Jeongin’s head, your body contracting against the force of your orgasm. You rocked your hips once more before lifting them, scooting down so you could see Jeongin’s face.

His pupils were dilated and his face was wet with your slick as he licked his lips. He moaned at your taste, making sure to get every drop he could. You leaned down to press your lips against his, tasting yourself on him. The kiss became heated quick, as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, the two appendages fighting for dominance.

“Put it in Innie, go ahead baby,” you murmured against his lips.

Jeongin grasped his cock, stroking it a few times and running it through your lips. He pressed his length against your entrance before you rolled your hips down as you sank down onto his cock. You sat up and rolled your hips again and again, as the feel of his length rubbing your walls felt just right. You reached down for Jeongin’s hands and placed them on your breasts. He immediately squeezed them, brushing his fingers over your nipples.

You let out sighs as he was hitting your spot over and over. He continued to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples every now and then as you sped up the motion of your hips. You rode his cock hard and fast, as you barreled towards your orgasm again. Jeongin was close, you could feel it as his cock twitched within your walls. His moans became louder which each swivel of your hips, as little whimpers fell from his lips.

He brought his fingers down to your clit and began to rub your bundle of nerves in sloppy circles, his fingers slipping and sliding from your slick. With the added stimulation, you fell over the edge, your pussy clenching over and over on his cock. Jeongin thrusted his hips into yours before letting out a loud growl, ropes of his cum hitting your walls and dripping down onto his pelvis. You collapsed on top of him exhausted, your legs throbbing from holding yourself up.

Jeongin wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You both laid there in silence, your breaths becoming more steady with each passing moment.

“Thank you noona,” Jeongin whispered, breaking the silence.

You lifted your head up to look at your best friend, blush spreading across his cheeks. You smiled at him saying, “anytime bestie.”

Jeongin’s softened cock slipped out your pussy, both his and your cum sliding down onto his abdomen. He shifted you to the side, getting up to go grab a towel. He wiped you down gently, before wiping the cum off himself. He got back into bed, pulling you to his chest and pulling the blanket over both of you.

“Never thought you were a dom noona,” Jeongin chuckled.

“You’re one to talk,” you said, “never thought you were a sub.”

“Touche” Jeongin said, hugging your close.

He ran his fingers through your hair, his mind running a mile a minute. Did this change your relationship? Did you want to be more than friends? He wasn’t sure how to bring it up to you. Besides you had drifted off to sleep, your breathing steady as he held you. Oh well, he thought. You both could discuss this later.

The next morning, you felt a pleasurable sensation in between your legs. You thought it was dream, as you may have been dreaming about Jeongin and how he felt within you last night. You laid there in bliss, letting the feeling take over. However, you realized it felt too amazing…too real. Your eyes snapped open and looked up. Jeongin was hovering over you, as he let out little pants. His cock was buried within your walls, as he brutally snapped his hips into yours.

“Morning noona,” he breathed out, his pace never faltering. “Couldn’t help it noona, needed to feel you.”

“Shit Innie,” you breathed, as you rested your head against the pillow again. You didn’t know how long he was buried between your thighs, but you could tell Jeongin was close. He snapped his hips into you again and again, as he moaned and whimpered, “so good, so so good.”

You sighed out and brought your fingers to your clit, rubbing the bud. “Close Innie, close.”

Jeongin hummed and with a few more thrusts of his hips, he stilled and buried his head in your neck, his cum flooding your walls once again. The feeling triggered your release, your walls spasming around his cock, milking him dry. He whimpered into your neck, slowly rocking his hips into yours. He laid there on top of you once he came down from his high, pressing soft kisses onto your neck. You threaded your fingers through his hair, closing your eyes feeling content.

“Noona?” Jeongin said, his voice muffled from being buried in your neck.

You hummed out in response, signaling for him to go on.

“What does this make us?” He softly asked.

His question made you freeze. What were you? That was a good question. You have been best friends for a long time. Would this change things between you? You hoped not, you didn’t want to lose him. But what’s life without a little risk?

So with a steady voice you said, “I guess this makes you my boyfriend.”

You felt Jeongin let out the breath he was holding as he continued to nuzzle into your neck. He pressed a kiss there before lifting his head up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He broke away and smiled at you, his dimples that you love so much popping out. He took a breath and said,

“I like the sound of that noona. Good thing you found out about my secret huh?"

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cyten0 · 1 month ago

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A Symphony In Crimson

Act 1: A Movement in Black

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You return from your scouting trip. Nothing seems to have followed you, and area seems clear. Kind of a shame, you were kinda hoping for a fight! Got a lot of frustration to get out. Oh well, Should be fine, you'll probs find something later! Now, you need to check up on Mi (♫), So (𝄢), La (♪), and Ti (𝄡)

You see La (♪) looking out from the crows nest, to see if you all were followed. Her one keen eye looks out over the ocean, looking over at your home across the way as it flickers in and out of view. The wishcraft doesn’t hold much sway over all of you, but here even you can see it’s blinding messed up. She turns as she sees you approach.

♪ “Hey Re. Anything of note?”

♯ “Not really. There is a town nearby though! Signage said Bambouche? Could maybe gather some info or supplies!”

So (𝄢) peeks out of the cargo hold, clearly in their irritable persona. She’s clearly cranky from working so hard to find anything, her face keeps flickering and her horns are out. You all are little tense right now, given you’ll be entering civilization for the first time in a WHILE.

𝄢 “I TOLD you both to stop speaking Astravian! Get in the habit of speaking Vaugardian, or YOU are cleaning up the mess of giving everyone there Headaches!”

Right. Feels bad having to do that, but can’t be helped! You won’t be able to talk to anyone here about your home, both for memory reasons and ‘not causing a panic knowing the country next door is a heap of ruins and flesh-eating infectious monsters’ reasons....

ARGH! You wish you could just punch this whole mess away! You wish you could at least punch HIM in the face! ...Whatever, you do need to get in the habit anyways.

♪ “… Yeah, alright. Gonna take some getting used to.”

♯ “Yeah, Sorry So! Oh, By the way, how are things looking with you?”

So’s face fizzles into their more calm persona. Hopefully they have something.

𝄢 “Tracking that console you gave them is not looking to be optimal. I haven't detected any usage. I however did set it up so that the moment they do, your phone will get an alert so you can call them immediately.”

That's good. You'll keep a close eye on it.

Ti (𝄡) gets up from his meditation. He puts his helmet back on, sketches a sigil onto a piece of paper, and then quietly hands it to So.

𝄡 “Counter sigil made.”

Quiet as always. But you’re glad you have that now! Only Ti would be able to come up with a counter-craft sigil for all this.

It won’t undo effects of memory-erasing stuff, but at least it’ll keep more from happening if you need someone in the loop. Or at least for them… Get it together, it’ll be fine!

𝄢 “Good work. I’ll make sure to include it in the automated alert to them. How about you Mi?”

Mi (♫) continues strumming their guitar. Listening in. Their antenna is moving, seeing if they can’t feel them, just in case. You hope they do, it’d be a solid lead, even if it probably means things have hit the fan. You don’t have much to go off of, not even sure their in Vaugarde at this point.

♫ “… I don’t feel their music. I uh. Guess that’s good? I hope…”

𝄡 “It will be fine. I’m certain.”

♯ “Yeah! I’m sure it’s fine! Just gotta figure out where they are!”

You say that. But… All of you are nervous… It’s been what. 7 years since Astravia fell? You don’t know what’s happened to them in that time… You hope their okay… No! Get it together, they’re strong! They can handle it! You’re SURE their fine!

… You open up your phone. That picture you took with them is still right there, looking at you. It’s you and them. Their little horn, their eyes… You wonder if they picked a different face since then? Guess you’ll find out!…

Stay Strong! We’re always with you!

...You’re a little late. But. You’re all here now.

Hold on just a little longer, Fa.

𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞

… You look over the laboratory. It’s awfully quiet without them. Only the experiments, silent in their cages, tame from your designs…

They weren’t blinding content with your plans, despite them being PERFECT... And now your friends are gone...

… It’s fine. If they won’t play stagehands, they’ll play actors! You know them well enough. You can get them to play the parts you want. And you have plenty of other players to nudge them on course!

You look at the Arcanums laid out before you. Now that you’ve tested you can nudge wishes how you need, Bought yourself plenty of prep time, you’ll focus on setting the conditions right. If you can do this, it’ll all be fixed!!

Sure, a bunch of people will die, but it’s fine! They’ll all come back, better then ever! And then, No one will ever get hurt again! The world will be your perfect play, and they’ll all be happy!

One of the creatures in the cages starts to mumble. Ah, their human part is still lucid? You thought that pests infection would have drowned them out…

“hhelp….. meeeee….It…... hurts…..”

Oh well, it IS a kings duty to comfort the masses! You walk up to the cage, and hold their head.

𝄞 “Don’t worry, it will all be over soon! And then you’ll never have to hurt again!”

You let them go, as the infection swallows their mind again....

To be fair, you did infect this one yourself, now that you think about it! The few survivors left would not be enough for your purposes, but the infected… Their FAR more efficient for what you need!

But since they did ask for reprieve, and you need more energy, you might as well grant their desire!

You make the adjustments to your setup, and then turn towards your subject. You look them in the eye, channeling your divine right as king. And with a snap of your fingers they are ripped apart into blood and holy light. The energy of their sacrifice flows away from it’s normal purpose into your design.

There! Your wishes will be merged onto someone else’s, and all that energy will help fuel it!

You're sure the Arcana won’t mind! It is going to benefit them in the end! Your just... taking a few extra steps. To make sure it goes to completion this time! It’s fine!

...Once all of them are on the stage, and she is made whole, the final act of this worthless world will end. And the beginning of your perfect play can begin!

...But first, you must make sure you have enough fuel.... You look out your window, upon your neighboring country. Oh dear Vaugarde. Precious Vaugarde…

Well. You suppose Astravia WAS a conquering nation, back in the day! Might as well play the part, tehe! Oh how lovely that will be! A holy war for the fate of the world! The Stars themselves will watch your play with awe!

�� Better get started then.

It’s showtime, Siffrin!

#in stars and time #isat #isat au #carrion!sif au #SymphonyInCrimson!au #...And the Beginning of the End.

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elvenbeard · 1 year ago

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trembling hands!!

Trembling Hands

(this was from the micro story prompts, but I'd been aching to write this scene for a while, and this was the perfect prompt for it. thank you for enabling me XD)

Something hadn’t been sitting quite right with Kerry all night. He was on the sofa, absentmindedly strumming his guitar. It had been a while since he’d felt as good about doing just that to wind down after a long day, but today it just wasn’t cutting it for some reason. The nagging thoughts that kept him awake were louder.

V had said everything was fine… he’d sounded weird at first, yes, but he had a lot on his plate at the moment. No surprise he was a little out of it. Also, why would he lie? Just to not worry him? No one else had ever felt the necessity to try to protect Kerry’s feelings like this.

But then again… V was different. Different from most people Kerry had ever dealt with. Surely, he would have said something, anything… After all, he’d promised to call if something new came up with Arasaka, good or bad.

It struck Kerry like lightning. Yeah, that’s what this had been about. And whatever it was, it had been so bad, he hadn’t been able to spit it out…

Kerry cursed and put his guitar down, simultaneously pulling up V’s number on his holo. As it was still ringing, he got up from the sofa and began pacing through his empty villa that felt particularly quiet tonight without V here.

“This is V,” the voicemail answered, and Kerry’s heart sank, “Leave your contact info, I’ll get back to you asap.”

“V, can you please call me back like, right now? I’m kinda worried,” Kerry replied as he absentmindedly walked upstairs, still no particular goal in mind apart from moving around. He hung up and looked out of the windows facing east. The very first thing that caught his eye in the night sky was a heavy AV just leaving the Arasaka’s estate up the hill. Kerry wasn’t sure if it had brought or picked someone up, but as such this kind of movement wasn’t that much out of the usual. Ever since old Saburo had kicked the bucket, their little hideout here had been as busy as never before. People, vehicles, AVs coming and going all day round. But still, in this moment, it increased Kerry’s uneasiness. He quickly turned around and dashed to the opposite side of the upper living room, keeping an eye on the sky for the AV. But it was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he’d missed it, or it had taken a different route than he’d expected it to. His eyes wandered along Night City’s skyline to Downtown, where the rooftop of Arasaka Tower was only just visible. He stared at it intensely for a good couple of minutes, thoughts racing. But the sky over the city center was not any busier than every other night. Maybe… everything was fine. He was probably panicking for no reason, starting to see things…

“Argh, fuck it,” he hissed and decided to call V again, but again he only reached the voicemail. There were a million reasons why he didn’t pick up. Maybe he was busy with an impromptu late-night gig, maybe he was in the middle of an important conversation… Hell, maybe he was sitting on the shitter with food poisoning. He’d call him back any moment for sure, they’d have a good laugh about Kerry’s paranoia, and Kerry could finally catch some Z’s.

It was after midnight already. Minutes passed, but V’s call didn’t come. Kerry scolded himself for not realizing sooner that something had been off, for not being more insistent, asking him to swing by later…

He stared out of the window again, to the tower, a little while longer. 50 years ago, he’d known what Johnny had been up to – no details, obviously, they barely talked at that time without it derailing into a shouting match. But he’d known him long and well enough to make a good guess where he was headed with Rogue when they left, with the big farewell gesture and speech and everything. Johnny hadn’t expected to come back, and Kerry hadn’t run after him because he’d known it wouldn’t have made any difference. He’d been more than ten years late trying to prevent Johnny from doing something stupid… part of him had always regretted not trying harder, punching some sense into him. But he’d also regretted not going after him, stopping him from throwing his life away for something he couldn’t change.

V's situation was different though, completely… Sure, he didn’t have warm feelings for Arasaka either, but he didn’t have a personal vendetta to complete. And yet, with Johnny in his head, who knew what ideas he’d given him about solving the Relic-problem, especially if they’d received bad news from Hanako…

Kerry was like frozen in place, in fear even of what might have happened without him knowing. He couldn’t do this again... He’d lost Johnny before, and he had accepted that he’d have to lose him once more if it meant keeping V. But the thought of potentially losing them both, and again not daring to at least try to do anything about it…

He unglued himself from the window, ran down the stairs and out the backdoor. Everything was a blur until his Rayfield emerged from the tunnel leading up to the highest portion of North Oak. The winding road took him to the entrance of the Arasaka estate. He slowed down, pulled over, and tried to analyze what he was seeing, but honestly… all was normal. No private army, no unusual number of vehicles or people or anything really… In fact, the estate seemed very, almost too empty. Kerry shivered. Had someone given them a reason to fuck off in a hush-hush operation, maybe? He could only guess though, and since he had no intentions of ringing their doorbell to ask, he stepped back on the gas and took off.

Grasping the steering wheel with all his might to stop his hands from shaking he left behind Japantown’s rainbow of lights and entered the sleek wide boulevard that led to the heart of the city. The perpetually circling holographic koi fish of Corpo Plaza were visible from afar already, but Kerry kept looking up to Arasaka Tower in search of… what? He wasn’t sure. All the way there he expected the whole damn thing to go up in flames.

So late at night, Corpo Plaza shouldn’t have been particularly busy. As he got closer though, Kerry finally got the confirmation he’d been looking for that something was not right. The turning lane that would have brought him to the tower’s main entrance was blocked off by a large NCPD truck, orange flashing lights burning in Kerry’s strained eyes.

“Keep going!” a cop ordered over loudspeakers, and Kerry sped up only just enough to not raise eyebrows, catching a brief glimpse of the tower’s entrance as he switched back onto the main lane. A minotaur mech or two were guarding the area, as well as some people, cops maybe… or Arasaka soldiers? Kerry floored it, zooming through the underpass below the plaza and switched to the left lane. At the first chance he made a U-turn and suddenly found himself surrounded, not by police cars, but mobile units of all the big news stations headed to Arasaka HQ like the vultures they were. The roundabout below was beginning to fill with medias, police cars trying and failing to maintain order, and then just some curious bystanders all trying to get a glimpse at whatever was going on.

“Fuck, V, what have you done,” Kerry hissed, only just squeezing his car that was way too big for maneuvers like this past the traffic jam. He was convinced this had to do with V and Johnny. It just had to.

He had no clue what he was supposed to do now, but he knew he had to get away from this crowd as a start. About a half circle around the roundabout later he passed under the bridge connecting the central pedestrian area to Arasaka Tower. He managed another brief glimpse at the mechs posted there. He’d feared to spot Adam Smasher among them, but thankfully he was nowhere to be seen.

There was a portion of the roundabout that was still relatively free of cars and people. Kerry pulled over, then attempted to call V again. Nothing, no response, only the voicemail after 20 seconds or so. He slammed his hands on the steering wheel.

“Fuck!”

Then he turned to look out the window. He realized they’d been here, almost in this exact spot, not too long ago. It wasn’t really a decent parking spot, but there was a half-hidden stairwell leading upwards to the shops and walkways. Kerry had asked V about his favorite places in Night City, and he’d dragged him here of all places. Parked his bike and led him up to the center of the plaza, where stressed-out corpos mingled with wide-eyed tourists usually.

“Whenever everything got too much,” V had said, speaking of his time working for ‘Saka, “I clocked out for thirty minutes, came down here, and did a round or two along the walkways to wind down. Dunno, there’s something calming about watching the fish float by.”

Kerry had joked that for someone who wasn’t “really that into meditation” V subconsciously did a lot of things to cope with stress that could absolutely be classified as such. His chest hurt thinking back to that day and their conversation, standing against the rail side by side in the midday sun, surrounded by the massive skyscrapers. Talking about the past and a possible future together.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, one way or another,” V had said, “At least that’s what I have to keep telling myself, or I’ll go nuts.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay…” Kerry repeated to himself before he got out of his car, pulled up his hood, and jogged up the stairs. Medias and onlookers had replaced the corpos and tourists, were pushing towards a barrier erected by the NCPD. TV drones were zooming around and promptly shot down by cops and security. Kerry realized the mechs he’d seen in front of the entrance were not Arasaka, but Militech branded… Was this some kind of weird coup again, nothing to do with V after all?

Once more, Kerry was lost. What the hell was he even doing here… He was half tempted to go back to his car because… whatever was going on was way beyond his capabilities. He overheard some of the medias�� questions screamed at the police spokesperson trying to keep everyone at a distance. Something of a shooting, a terrorist attack, and Kerry’s heart sank, memories he thought he’d long repressed welling up of the news reports from that night 50 years ago. At least no mentions of a nuclear bomb. Yet.

As long as the reporters were occupied with harassing the police still, and vice versa, Kerry decided to get some distance between them and himself. He pulled up V’s number once more, knowing deep down it was in vain. He wouldn’t pick up. For a second Kerry wondered if he was even still alive, and his stomach turned at the mental image of V lying somewhere in that tower in a puddle of his own blood, staining the polished marble floors.

Kerry paused and closed his eyes for a moment, hoped it would stop his head, or better even the whole world from spinning. The last weeks had been absolutely insane. Johnny back from the dead, somewhat, this kid stumbling into his life more on accident than with purpose, but at just the right moment to prevent Kerry from making his worst decision so far. The way they’d connected almost instantly, the way V just got him without Kerry having to say much or anything at all sometimes… How V had reminded him of all the beauty in the world that made life worth living, that Kerry was not done just yet, that it was never too late to start over, no matter how hopeless everything seemed... Someone like that wouldn’t just throw his life away like this, would he? V wouldn’t just leave him behind without a word, right?

Kerry opened his eyes again, V’s holocall profile still on his display. He slowly started walking, away from the noise of the crowd, drawn towards the walkway, to the warm, happy memory of the conversation they’d had up there. With Arasaka Tower looming in his back, he called V, one more time. It rang and rang, the noise droning louder and louder in his head with every step he took towards the center of the plaza… Kerry stopped dead in his tracks and listened, because he could have sworn... But then the voicemail answered, and he cursed, hung up, and immediately called back. The holo was ringing, yes, but he could hear V’s phone ringing, the actual ringtone… Or had he finally lost it now? He looked around, trying to locate where the ringing came from, turning down the volume of the holo to better hear his actual surroundings. He didn’t dare to call out for him, the medias and police weren’t that far away, and he preferred to not have their attention right now. He jogged up the walkway to his left a bit, but the ringing got quieter again.

He spun back around, and then his heart stopped. A little bit ahead, he’d just passed it, was some sort of modern sculpture, a bunch of black and white cubes stacked on top of each other. The other day they’d seen some people hanging out on them for their lunch break, tourists sitting down taking selfies. And now, only just, Kerry could see a shock of blond and purple hair poking out from behind it. He raced back down, skidded across the artificial lawn covering the area around it, and stumbled behind the sculpture. It was him, it was V… but a sledgehammer to the chest wouldn’t have taken away Kerry’s breath more effectively than the sight of the state he was in. He sat on the ground, slumped back against the cubes, hands in his lap… and his goddamn phone in his hand still. Had he been trying to call help and then passed out? Then Kerry noticed all the dark stains on his clothes, in general V was utterly drenched for some reason. There was so much blood, it couldn’t have been just his… or was it? He was awfully pale, beaten up, covered in scratches and bruises. Before Kerry really knew or realized it, he was down on his knees in front of V. With trembling hands he reached out to cup his face as gently as he managed, almost didn’t dare to touch him, and flinched at how cold he was. Overcome by dread he managed not to scream only just, only when a hint of V’s breath grazed his hand. It was weak and shallow, but he was breathing. He was alive.

“V?” Kerry croaked, almost not recognizing his own voice. He softly stroked V’s cheeks, his hair, let a hand trail down his neck to briefly check his pulse, and he was surprised for a moment at how strong it was. It made him hopeful that he wasn’t in the middle of bleeding out at least.

“V, please, wake up!”

He still didn’t dare to try and shake him, scared he’d hurt him even more. Some of the scratches in his face looked like he been dragged across concrete, his bottom lip was split but not really bleeding anymore. Kerry looked him up and down intensely, for wounds or anything that would explain his state and the amount of blood on his clothes, but he was too all over the place, heart racing, vision blurry with tears to really achieve anything at all or find a semblance of closure. He looked back up at V’s face and gasped when he saw V had opened his eyes, just barely. He was looking at him with a slight frown, almost as if in disbelief.

“V!” Kerry’s hands immediately went back to his face, lifting his head slightly to better meet his gaze, to let him know he was safe.

“V, we need to get you away from here. Can you walk? Are you hurt, can I… can I do anything?” he almost tripped over his own tongue, thoughts faster than his mouth managed.

V’s eyes went wider, just slightly, as if he’d only just realized he was really here speaking to him.

“It’s gonna be okay, I’m here, and I’m not goin’ anywhere,” Kerry whispered, pressing his forehead against V’s.

A hoarse noise escaped V’s mouth, not quite a groan, more a weak laugh. Kerry moved back a little again, and his heart broke at seeing V’s eyes closed, face distorted in pain and tears starting to stream down his cheeks. V, who’d always been so collected, logical, who had such a pretty, dorky laugh… he was utterly devastated.

“Kerry… He’s gone,” V said, voice so raw and so full of pain it hurt Kerry just as much, “And it was all for nothing…”

He started full on sobbing, his entire body shaking unconsolably. Kerry needed a moment to stomach what V had said, so many new questions on his mind now… At a loss for words, he put his arms around him tight, held him close for as long as he’d need him to. They cowered like that for a long time, in the shadow of Arasaka Tower, but engulfed by the red and blue light of the two holographic fishes continuing their eternal dance above them as if their world hadn’t just changed forever once more tonight.

(thanks for reading, hope you liked this! I have yet to play the "Don't Fear the Reaper" ending myself, but this is what I'd picture to happen immediately afterwards)

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #cp2077 fanfic #cp2077 #kerry eurodyne x v #kerry eurodyne #male v cyberpunk #cyberpunk v #vincent ezaki #otp: to bad decisions #my writing #shippy saturday

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Sandstorm - Desert Survival: Chapter 6

Location: Hotel Resort

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta, Adonis, Kouga, Kaoru & Rei

TL Note:

Yuuta makes a pun with the word for “normal (普通 / futsuu)” and their unit name “2wink (pronounced tsuuwinku)” which combines to make “Futsuuwink”. I couldn’t come up with a pun using both of these words/meanings so I opted for alliteration instead.

Kouga: (Argh, dammit! I don’t get it! Just what is goin’ on!?)

(I don’t understand! I’m worried about Hakaze-senpai and Hinata since they’ve just been thrown out into the desert.)

(But we don’t even know where we currently are, either!

(This probably isn’t Japan, right? It’s supposed to be the middle of winter right now, but it’s so friggin’ hot! What’re they makin’ us do here…!?)

(The explanation we got from the management on “Hallhands” was the bare minimum and it didn’t mention anythin’ in detail. They didn’t even reply even when we asked them questions.)

(I know we’ve gotten caught up in somethin’ bad, but we don’t know anything important!)

(Normally, Sakuma-senpai would tell us what was goin’ on like a god who was overlookin’ everythin’.)

(He’s busy tryin’ show his personality through that weird mask and seriously hasn’t said a word…)

(Yuuta looks like he knows somethin’ and all he does is tease us.)

(Dammit! Everythin’ is so confusin’, I feel like I’m gonna go crazy!)

(Actually, now that I think about it, things seemed pretty fishy ever since we started being on the move for the “SS” Qualifying Round…)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< A memory. Late last night. Inside ES idol bus. >

Kaoru: U! N! D! E! A! D!

We are~?

Adonis: “UNDEAD”!

Hinata: The number 2! W! I! N! K!

We are~?

Yuuta: “2wink”...☆

Kouga: Shaddaaaap! Keep quiet while we’re on the move, you guys! I was tryin’ to sleep!

Rei: …………

Hinata: Oh? That’s rare! Sakuma-senpai is sleeping even though it’s night.

Kouga: Yeah, that’s normal for humans, though.

Hinata: Ahaha! Yeah, it’s normal! We are~?

Yuuta: –Typical 2wink[⁎]!

Kouga: Like I said, shut up! Stop gettin’ so excited! You think we’re on a school trip or somethin’!?

Hinata: I’d say the same about you, Oogami-senpai. You seem more hyped up than usual. Are you looking forward to “SS”~?

Kouga: You got a problem with that!? Actually, why aren’t you guys excited at all!? It’s the biggest event in the idol industry.

It’s a battle to see who’s the strongest idol out there!

Last year, we got our rights taken from us by “Trickstar”, but this year, anyone can fight for it!

You gotta aim for the sky if ya a man! Gyahahaha ☆

Hinata: Wow… Oogami-senpai, your bad parts are showing. Has there ever been a time where you thought “If ‘Trickstar’ is doing well, then…” and raised your hand to join in too? Did things actually go well for you?

Kouga: Shut it! It’s true I’m kinda traumatised after “fine” beat us to a pulp after the “S1” in spring last year!

But if Sakuma-senpai and Hakaze-senpai actually showed what they were capable of, then we would’ve definitely won!

Yuuta: What~? You can make whatever excuses afterwards~

Kaoru: Yeah. It’s kinda lame to say things like the fish that got away was too big or the grape was too sour, you know, Kouga-kun~?

Kouga: I ain’t sayin’ I’m a sore loser!

If anythin’, we’ve wasted a lotta chances to show that, so we rolled up our sleeves and faced it head-on!

You better do things properly this time, Hakaze-senpai! Imma kill ya if you don’t put your all into it!

Kaoru: Say what~? I’ve been working pretty seriously recently, haven’t I?

Adonis: Indeed. Good job, Hakaze-senpai.

Kaoru: Huh? Why do you sound like you’re my boss or something?

Adonis: I wanted to give you a compliment but… was the phrase not appropriate?

Rei: …………♪

Kouga: Hm? Sakuma-senpai, did you open your eyes just now? Sorry, you were tryin’ to sleep and we woke you up righ–

Rei: ……… *Ignores Kouga and turns the other way*

Kouga: ……… *Has a look on his face like the world has just ended*

Adonis: Hm? What’s wrong, Oogami? Are you carsick? You look pale.

Kouga: No, uhh… What? Sakuma-senpai, you definitely heard me, right? Why–

Kaoru: Rei-kun has been quiet this entire time. He’s usually energetic during the night, though.

He’s travelled all around the world in the past, so I don’t think he hates travelling. Or is he not feeling well?

Rei: …………

Kaoru: Oh, he closed his eyes again. Maybe he’s just sleepy. It feels like he’s gone back to normal in terms of day and night activities during “SS”.

Kouga: Yeah, we’ve gotta do the same as the others in “SS” and do stuff during the day…

Is that gonna be okay? This guy loses a huge chunk of his energy in the daytime.

Kaoru: Well, he probably will be. He’s Rei Sakuma, after all ♪

Rei: ………♪

Adonis: Hm. He’s moving about. It seems he can hear us.

Kouga: Then, why didn’t he respond to me…? Did I do somethin’ to get on his nerves…?

Yuuta: ………♪

Hinata: ………?

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tailanega666 · 5 months ago

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Has been so much noise in the house and around lately like it’s infuriating

the only thing that saves me it’s the moments alone when everybody’s out and listening to rain sounds in the highest volume with the fan on in the highest potency when others are around to block the noise how can some people talk all the fucking time what kinda hell is this what the fuck

Lack of wisdom is a piece of shit honestly most times saying nothing is better than just saying whatever just because you feel uncomfortable in silence honestly

Anyways this is the only way I can have peace for now oh the toxic living

I believe I’ll be out soon

I’m a hopeful person deal lol

Still in my hopeless moments is hell though argh

anyways there’s no one around now so I’m feeling super duper happy lol peace achieved easily will enjoy while it lasts friends

Can’t wait to move out of this place and never look back ever

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karahalloway · 2 years ago

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Riley regarded him thoughtfully as she pondered rather or not to tell him that she still wasn’t one hundred percent sure about his innocence. She was fairly certain they had both been lying about parts of it.

She just preferred his lies to Liam’s.

While this is super sweet, I kinda worry what's gonna happen when Drake's lies (if any?) get exposed...

“I would have said yes, and I would have married him. But only so I could have stayed in Cordonia, near you!”

He missed the switch he had been about to toggle as his eyes darted to her and had to make a second run at it, “What?”

His reaction 🤣 But 'what?' is right!! Does ythis mean that Riley would've broken off the engagement with Liam if/when she'd managed to convince Drake that the two of them weren't done...? 😶

“Wait!” Drake’s head snapped toward her, “are we…are we talking about a relationship now? All I had to do was hijack an airplane and fight a battalion of King’s Guards to get you to discuss the future with me?”

“You make a solid point. My point is that even though she didn’t do any of that other stuff, she always left that note under his plate when he was late.”

Riley gazed at the distance between the plane and the runway, “How are we getting out?”

“Gravity,” he smirked at her.

Of course 😏

He let himself get distracted by that kiss. He should have heard them sooner, but he was lost in the sweet ocean of bliss that was Riley Brooks.

The sound of boots on pavement penetrated his consciousness and he pulled his head away while tugging her body closer to him as he assessed the danger.

Argh! Nothing ever comes easy in this fic, does it?!

“But….we don’t have an extradition treaty with Auvernall,” Drake sat in an eight by eight cell holding his aching head in his hands.

“We do now,” Liam said cooly as he adjusted his cufflinks without a care in the world. As if he hadn’t just imprisoned his lifelong best friend in a jail cell.

Damn he works fast...!

“I signed a betrothal agreement with Auvernall. My firstborn child will marry one of the Achilles twins.”

“You don’t have a firstborn child!”

“Not yet,” Liam gave him a victorious grin, “But I’m confident Riley can help me with that.”

God, I wanna punch Liam so bad right now...

But I love the twist on canon! 👌

“The palace?” he asked in surprise, “is something not to your liking? I can have the kitchen make whatever you want. Or is it the room? Would you like a bigger one? Just tell me what you need!”

Stab him! Just stab him, for the love of God! 🤬

“He’s fine,” Liam dropped his hands away from her body and stood up, “You still believe in his innocence?”

“Yes.”

“I have something to show you.”

“I want to tell him about the engagement personally.”

What is going on??!! Riley must have some kind of plan, right? Right?!

He was lucky he hadn’t been summarily convicted and executed and he knew it. Liam had probably been too busy working overtime to sway Riley back to his side to fast-track his murder trial.

Riley finally spoke, “Drake, do you remember in the plane I told you that if Liam had proposed to me at the coronation, I would have said yes?”

His eyes dropped to the floor in defeat, “I remember.”

“Do you remember everything I said after that?”

His head snapped up and his eyes locked on hers again, hope that he didn’t dare show surging through him, “Yes.”

She smiled at him again and his heart nearly exploded. Her voice betrayed no emotion as she said, “Then you understand.”

Drake smiled back at the guard that was being helped to his feet. He’d spend a day or two in solitary for the assault but he didn’t care. It had been worth it.

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

She was finally over Drake; he was sure of it.

“All right,” he acquiesced, “if it will make you feel better, I’ll get you a stun gun and Mara can teach you some self-defense moves if you’d like.”

She is so devious! I love it!

She had been keeping him at arm’s length citing traditional American wedding customs, apparently, abstinence in the weeks before the wedding made the wedding night itself more intense and promoted marital bonding or something.

LOL! I love how he's just eating it all up! 🤣

The wedding was two weeks away.

Everything was going to be fine.

Christ this was arguably even more of a rollercoaster than the previous chapter!! Can't wait to see how they pull off the Great Escape...!!

A Fervid Fixation Chapter 7: Smolder

Series: A Fervid Fixation

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Drake

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language

Word Count: 4,304

My other stuff: Master List.

“Fuck that was insane!” Riley laughed as she peered out the front window of the plane. She’d never sat in the cockpit before, but life was Drake was proving to be one adventure after the other.

“I’m just so fucking grateful you didn’t fall for his bullshit!” Drake let out a sigh of relief as Cordonia faded behind them.

She just preferred his lies to Liam’s.

She decided to change the subject instead, “Remember when you asked me if Liam had proposed on coronation night if I would have said yes?”

“I remember…”

“I would have said yes.”

His eyes slide sideways to take her in before returning to the instrument panel, “Why are you telling me this right now?”

“I would have said yes, and I would have married him. But only so I could have stayed in Cordonia, near you!”

He missed the switch he had been about to toggle as his eyes darted to her and had to make a second run at it, “What?”

“I didn’t understand why you were acting the way you were toward me, but I wasn’t giving up.”

“Not giving up? Riley, you acted like you hated me half of the time!”

“Look who’s talking,” she said wryly.

A short laugh broke out of him, “Okay, point taken!”

“But despite everything, here we are.” She reached across to rub his shoulder.

“Here we are,” he agreed.

“You’ve proven that you’ll never give up on me and I want you to know that I’ll never give up on you, either. We’re a team now!”

“Hahaha,” she moved her hand back to her own lap, “But yes. I needed to know that you weren’t going to ice me out again before I let myself fully trust you. I think you’ve just proven your commitment to this relationship.”

Despite the fact that he had just committed felony theft of government property and possibly treason, Drake felt his heart soar and he convinced himself that everything was going to work out. “You just said we’re in a relationship.”

“Shut up and fly the plane, Walker.”

“Don’t change the subject! We’re a couple now! You have to start slipping love notes into my lunch bag or something.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Why not? Isn’t that a thing that couples do?”

“It’s not a thing that I do! Have you ever known anyone that actually did shit like that?”

“My mom used to do it.”

“Give you love notes in your lunch bag?”

“No, not me. But my dad worked late a lot, so we had dinner without him pretty regularly. My mom always saved him a plate and if we were going to bed before he was going to be home, she’d wrap the plate in saran wrap and leave a note under it for him.”

“Ah, that’s sweet.”

“Yeah, it was kind of a joke between them. She was really bad at other forms of communication. Never answered the phone, didn’t respond to letters-“

“Probably because she was busy with you and your sister. I bet you were a real hellion.”

“You make a solid point. My point is that even though she didn’t do any of that other stuff, she always left that note under his plate when he was late.”

“Sounds like she loved him very much.”

“She did,” he agreed, “You wouldn’t do that for me?”

“No.”

“No?” he cried in mock indignation.

“Okay,” she laughed, “I’ll make a deal with you. If I’m ever preparing a meal for you that we’re not going to eat together, which by the way, is never going to happen because I don’t like to cook. Why the hell would I cook if we’re not even going to eat it together? If you have to work late, take out is a thing that exists. But if I did….then okay, I’ll leave you a damn note. Happy?”

“You make me happy,” He told her, “Note or no note.”

“Good! Because if you want love notes in your lunch, you have to start changing my oil and shit, right? Isn’t that a thing that couples do?”

“Do you have a car?”

“No, but that’s not the point. I want to know that if I had a car, you would change the oil for me!”

“Tell you what. I’ll buy you a car and then I’ll change the oil in it. How’s that?”

They continued their discussion about what people in relationships were supposed to do until they were circling an abandoned airstrip in Auvernall a scant forty-five minutes later. “We’re going to land here, off everyone’s radar. I have a friend who left a jeep nearby that we’ll use for transportation. I’ll keep in touch with my contacts back in Cordonia and if the airport isn’t safe, we’ll cross the border into Greece by train or on foot.”

“Sounds like you’ve thought this all through.”

His jaw clenched, “Yes, but not because I was planning to have to get you out of the country all along as Liam implied. I’ve always had an escape plan just in case.”

“Have things with Liam been that bad?”

He shook his head, “Never. We’ve always been close. But as I said, I’ve seen what happens to others who cross him and it’s always wise to have an exit strategy, even if you never need it.”

“Okay then.”

He put the plane down on the runway and brought it to a stop just outside the empty terminal. He glanced at his watch, “It’s almost nine p.m. local time, late enough for the darkness to give us some cover, early enough that it’s not suspicious to be out on the roads.”

Riley gazed at the distance between the plane and the runway, “How are we getting out?”

“Gravity,” he smirked at her.

“What about our luggage?” she asked as he opened the door.

“We’ll toss it down,” he told her since there was no landing ramp, “Then I’ll jump down after it, then you’ll jump, and I’ll catch you!”

The suitcases went first, followed by Drake. He landed on his feet, made a visual sweep of the area then looked back up and held his arms out, “Okay, it’s your turn!”

She took a deep breath and then leapt out of the plane, completely trusting in his ability to catch her.

She thudded into his arms, knocking him back, but he kept his feet under him as he caught her then lowered her to the ground, “Told you I’d catch you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

He let himself get distracted by that kiss. He should have heard them sooner, but he was lost in the sweet ocean of bliss that was Riley Brooks.

The sound of boots on pavement penetrated his consciousness and he pulled his head away while tugging her body closer to him as he assessed the danger.

Auvernese soldiers melted out of the night and descended upon them, pulling them apart.

They reached for each other but to no avail.

Riley was pulled out of Drake’s grasp as she twisted her body around, trying to keep him in her sight.

“Riley! Riley!” He broke free and scrambled toward her, making it only a few feet before he was intercepted and wrestled to the ground. They zip-tied his hands behind his back as he struggled to get back up. A rifle butt struck him in the back of his head. Riley screaming his name was the last thing he heard before waking up in a jail cell.

“But….we don’t have an extradition treaty with Auvernall,” Drake sat in an eight by eight cell holding his aching head in his hands.

“We do now,” Liam said cooly as he adjusted his cufflinks without a care in the world. As if he hadn’t just imprisoned his lifelong best friend in a jail cell.

“How?” Auvernall and Cordonia had been trying unsuccessfully to come to terms for years.

“I signed a betrothal agreement with Auvernall. My firstborn child will marry one of the Achilles twins.”

“You don’t have a firstborn child!”

“Not yet,” Liam gave him a victorious grin, “But I’m confident Riley can help me with that.”

“No!” Drake yelled as Liam turned and exited the cellblock, “No!”

“Riley, come on love. Please. You have to eat something!” Liam pleaded. He was perplexed by her behavior. It had been two weeks and she was still being truculent and unreasonable.

“I don’t want anything to eat, Liam,” she glared at him from her seat by the window, her food untouched on the small table across the room, “and I want out of this fucking place!”

“It may be a palace, but it’s a fucking prison for me, isn’t it?”

“Of course not!”

“So, I can leave? Call a car around and go to the airport right now?”

“Riley, it’s not safe yet! I’m still investigating-“

“Right.” She turned away from him to stare out across the palace grounds.

Liam sat down behind her, his hand brushing the hair from her neck, “Please tell me what I can do to make you happy.”

“I want to see Drake.”

Liam sighed, “Why, Riley? What purpose would it serve?”

“I need to make sure he’s all right!”

“He’s fine,” Liam dropped his hands away from her body and stood up, “You still believe in his innocence?”

“Yes.”

“I have something to show you.”

Liam knocked softly on Riley’s door. It was late and he hoped he wasn’t waking her.

“Come in,” she called.

It had been a month since her little escapade with Drake and he was sure she was starting to come around. “Have you given any more thought to my proposal?”

“I have,” Riley sat at her dressing table, brushing her hair.

“And?”

He had broken his engagement with Madeleine. Tariq had publicly cleared her name. His father was dead, and all his objections to this union with him. All the obstacles between them had been removed.

All but one.

She laid the brush carefully on the table in front of her and turned to face him, “I want to say yes, Liam, but I have conditions.”

“Name them!” He bent down and grasped her hands in his, bringing them to his mouth to drop kisses along the backs of them.

“I want to see Drake-“

Liam dropped her hands and jolted back, “Why? I thought we had put this to rest! He-“

Riley stood up and placed her hands on his shoulders, “If you’ll listen!”

“Okay….”

“I want to tell him about the engagement personally.”

Liam watched her face, looking for traces of deception. He was hesitant to grant her request but eager to put a ring on her finger. “If you go, I’m coming with you!”

“That’s fine,” she replied serenely as she retook her seat and picked up the hairbrush, “Set it up. Once the visit is accomplished, we can make an official announcement to the world.”

“I’ll arrange a visit for tomorrow morning!” He promised.

“Thank you,” she resumed brushing her hair, “Please close the door on your way out.”

“Hey! Wake up!” The guard banged on the bars of his cell.

Drake lifted his head and looked around, “Riley!” He was on his feet in an instant.

She smiled at him, and he was sure he was dreaming. She was even more beautiful than he remembered and for a moment he forgot to breathe.

Then Liam stepped up next to her and his heart plummeted. But what had he expected? Liam was never going to let her wander down to the cells alone.

He was lucky he hadn’t been summarily convicted and executed and he knew it. Liam had probably been too busy working overtime to sway Riley back to his side to fast-track his murder trial.

“What do you want?” He stepped away from the bars, pretending that the sight of her didn’t set his heart on fire.

“We’re here to inform you of our engagement,” Liam wrapped an arm around Riley and pulled her closer to his body.

Drake’s eyes were guarded as they flicked from one to the other, “So?”

“So, I’ve shown her the security footage from the airport office. She knows what you did.”

“Videos can be faked,” Drake said with a shrug. His eyes locked on Riley’s, “and Liam has access to the best cyber experts. It’s called a deep fake, look it up.”

“She’s not buying your lies anymore. Right, love?”

Riley finally spoke, “Drake, do you remember in the plane I told you that if Liam had proposed to me at the coronation, I would have said yes?”

His eyes dropped to the floor in defeat, “I remember.”

“Do you remember everything I said after that?”

His head snapped up and his eyes locked on hers again, hope that he didn’t dare show surging through him, “Yes.”

She smiled at him again and his heart nearly exploded. Her voice betrayed no emotion as she said, “Then you understand.”

“Come on love, let’s go.” Liam guided her away from the cell.

She glanced back one last time, “And Drake?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll see about getting you some correspondence in here. I remember you saying how much you liked your mother’s notes.”

“Thank you, Your Grace. I’ll be looking for them.”

“Turn it off!” The prisoner yelled as he hurled the book he’d been reading across the room to smack into the TV screen.

The guard on duty glanced up at the screen where the king was announcing his engagement, “It’s just a press conference. What’s your problem?”

“His problem is he’s the psycho who kidnapped her and tried to smuggle her out of the country!” the second guard answered, “why do you think he’s in here?”

“I heard he murdered one of you!” one of the other prisoners in the dayroom interjected with a maniacal laugh.

“Shut your pie hole, Trotter!” The first guard admonished, “Or you’ll go back to your cell!”

“Okay, fine!” Trotter threw his hands up in the air, “I was just saying. He also beat the crap out of that duke over her!” He jabbed his finger in the air toward the flat screen hanging on the wall.

“I know that guy claimed he was totally at fault,” the second guard said, “Unwanted advance or whatever, but I heard he was coerced by the king to lie.”

“Why would the king do that?” the first guard asked.

“Have you seen her?” the second guard leered, “And I heard she’s a real wildcat in the sack!”

Drake launched himself at the guard, tackling him to the ground before he had a chance to react. All the rage he had been unable to unleash since finding himself locked up combined with the helplessness he’d felt watching her with Liam during their visit the day before boiled over as he attacked the guard with ruthless vigor.

“Shit!” the first guard yelled as he fumbled with his walkie-talkie to summon backup before attempting to pull the prisoner off his compatriot. Something he wasn’t able to accomplish until backup arrived.

“Goddamn it, Walker!” the first guard panted as he finally got the cuffs on him, “What the fuck was that?”

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that!”

“Okay, okay,” the guard chuckled as he pulled the prisoner to his feet, “you must have a burning desire to see the inside of solitary confinement. Let’s go!”

Drake smiled back at the guard that was being helped to his feet. He’d spend a day or two in solitary for the assault but he didn’t care. It had been worth it.

“What are you up to today, my love?” Liam greeted her with a kiss before sitting down to breakfast.

“Exploring the palace!” she replied enthusiastically.

“Really?” he was pleased with the turn her disposition had taken. She was happy again. The spring was back in her step and the sparkle was back in her eyes. She was once again the girl he had fallen in love with.

She was finally over Drake; he was sure of it.

“Are you sure? I could have the driver take you into town if you wanted.”

“No thank you,” she smiled at him, “I discovered a second library yesterday! It’s a little dusty, but there are hardcover first editions in there of some of my favorite authors!”

Liam smiled as she prattled on about books. Offering to let her go into town had been a test and she had passed. She no longer wished to leave the palace. Drake had failed to poison her against him.

After breakfast, Liam headed to his office while Riley spent a few hours in the small forgotten library in the east wing, pouring over old palace blueprints. There were so many secret passageways. She wondered if Liam was aware of them all.

Just before lunch, she wandered into the kitchen. Plucking a grape from a bowl of fruit on a marble countertop, she sauntered over to where an attractive younger woman was preparing food.

“Hey, Siobhan,” Riley greeted her.

“Hello, Your Grace,” Siobhan blushed at the attention.

“I told you, call me Riley!”

“Yes, Your-Riley.” Siobhan’s flush deepened from pink to crimson under the queen in waiting’s gaze.

“Working on lunch for the prisoners again?”

“Yes, but you don’t have to-“

“Nonsense! I have nothing better to do and I enjoy food preparation. It reminds me of summers with my grandmother,” Riley told her as she started measuring out the pasta into containers, checking the names on the trays against any food allergies as Siobhan had taught her on one of her previous visits.

“Okay, then, I do enjoy the company,” the younger woman gave Riley a shy smile as she turned to stir the sauce.

The two women chatted amicably as they worked. The rest of the kitchen staff had grown accustomed to the queen in waiting’s presence during the hour before lunch was served and they no longer paid any attention to it, focusing on their own work instead.

Siobhan sighed as she watched Riley slip discreetly out a side entrance. She quite enjoyed her company and was still a bit astounded that someone in her position would hang around to help with food preparation. Especially for prisoners.

Of course, she never stayed long. She was always gone before the guard came to collect the food trays.

“Hey, Bruno,” Riley looked up from the book she’d been reading when the older guard popped in to check on her.

The closer it crept to the wedding, the more cautious Liam became with her safety. That’s how it was worded to the guards anyway.

“Yes, Your Grace?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Do you know a Lt. Jason Toussaint?”

“The guy in cyber security? I don’t really know him. Why?”

“No reason,” she kept her voice neutral as she dropped her eyes back to the pages of her book.

Jason Toussaint was alone in his room when a sealed envelope slid under his door. He opened the door and looked up and down the hallway but whoever had left it was gone.

He closed the door and opened the envelope.

“Meet me in the hedge maze at midnight.”

“So, you do exist,” she greeted the blonde soldier that stood in front of her.

“I exist.” He eyed her suspiciously. She was the reason his friend was sitting in a jail cell.

“How far are you willing to go to help Drake? Because I have an idea…”

“I’m listening…”

A sealed envelope was slipped under her door at the prearranged time. Liam was tied up in meetings all day.

She was alone but she locked herself in her bathroom as a precaution as she rifled through the contents.

In her hands was proof that Constantine was in fact behind the setup and Liam knew. Emails, payoffs, and orders to redact statements and seal documents.

She couldn’t use any of it. She couldn’t expose Jason, who had only held onto his job after she had spoken his name to Liam because he had not done anything other than answer a superior officer’s questions about his employment status.

Not that any of it mattered. So, what if the previous king had set her up? He was dead and the scandal had been resolved in her favor. No one would care and Liam was above the law even if he had broken one, which he hadn’t.

She couldn’t get caught with it either. That would derail everything.

She had just wanted to be sure.

She peeked out to make sure no one was in her room before making her way to the fireplace and tossing the contents into the flames.

“Liam, are all these guards really necessary?”

“Yes, my love. They’re here to protect you.”

“From what?”

“Anything. Everything! I have enemies. Being a public figure puts you automatically at risk. There are crazy people in the world, Riley. You should know that. You’ve already been kidnapped once.”

“Indeed, I have…” she mused as she looked at him, “When you put it that way, I’m not sure I feel safe even in the palace!”

“That’s what the guards are for.”

“I’d feel better if I had something to protect myself with…just in case.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…pepper spray, a stun gun, something!”

“All right,” he acquiesced, “if it will make you feel better, I’ll get you a stun gun and Mara can teach you some self-defense moves if you’d like.”

She rewarded him with a brilliant smile, “Yes, I’d like that very much. Thank you!”

“Hey, I haven’t seen you before. Where’s Fred?” the guard called to the unfamiliar janitor waiting to be buzzed in to clean the dayroom.

“He called in sick,” the man replied, “They sent me to fill in.”

The guard eyed him up and down. He had on the coveralls of the janitorial staff and the proper ID badge hanging from his pocket. His eyes took in the name and photo then went back to the man’s face. Everything checked out. “All right. Go on in. But be quick!”

“Yes, sir!” The janitor shook his head vigorously to indicate understanding.

“What the fuck is this?” the guard manning the security feed asked as he thumped the panel.

“What is what?”

“The feed just flickered off and back on.”

The guard that had buzzed the janitor in peered at the screen. The guy was mopping the floor. He decided to go check on him just in case.

He opened the door and scanned the room.

The janitor looked up, “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. Just hurry up! You’ve got ten minutes! You have to be out of here before we bring the prisoners in for their TV time.”

“Okay, boss!”

Ten minutes later he had completed his task and was standing next to the guard station as the prisoners were escorted, single file, into the day room.

The guards buzzed him through the door. He glanced back over his shoulder just before it closed behind him.

Drake looked up at the sound of the door buzzing just in time to see a man step through and glance back. His eyes locked on Jason Toussaint dressed as a janitor for a brief instant before the guard shoved him through the dayroom door.

The notes had started arriving taped to the bottom of his plate. They were small scraps of paper, with short messages. The first one had simply said, “Not safe to respond. Working on a plan.”

Subsequent notes ranged from “I love you” to “keep your head up” and then pieces of a plan began to arrive, one scrap of paper at a time. Until one day a keycard showed up with a note that simply read, “tonight.”

“Have you enjoyed your visit, Lady Hana?”

“Yes, Your Majesty, I have! It’s been so good catching up with you and Riley both!” Hana threw her arms around Liam and hugged him.

He chuckled as he hugged her back, “Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?”

“As much as I’d love that, my mother’s birthday is next week and I have to get home and oversee the party preparations. But I’ll be back for the wedding!”

“Very well. You know you’re welcome here anytime.” It wasn’t that he had an overriding fondness for his former suitor, it was more that she made his fiancée happy, and keeping Riley happy was crucial to getting her down the aisle.

Once the marriage was accomplished, he would be able to relax. She was going to love the private island he’d picked for their honeymoon and with any luck, she’d come back pregnant.

He was getting impatient. If not for Cordonian customs and council requirements, he would have dispensed with all the pageantry and eloped with her.

The wedding was two weeks away.

Everything was going to be fine.

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absolutebl · 2 years ago

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Hi ABL, long time first time. Your posts make me laugh and think, sometimes at the same time, which I love! I'm a researcher and I've done mostly quantitative research in healthcare, but I've always been fascinated by qualitative social science research, which sounds a bit like what you do. 1. Do you consider yourself to be a quant, qual, or mixed methods researcher? 2. Do you find the professional habit of breaking down the media you're consuming to be intrusive to your enjoyment of said media

OMG hi!! How fun.

1. Do you consider yourself to be a quant, qual, or mixed methods researcher?

Mixed. Definitely. Although I lean quant since my background is stats. What people tend to want from me is hard numbers (because they think that correlates to predictive data). What laymen never seem to understand is that predictive around human behavior (trends) can’t come from quant alone, it must involve some aspect of speculation, which means cultural understanding - often at a corporate culture level. After all who wants the data impacts that data (and the questions they want answered by said data) which mean’s qualitative research should be folded in. (But maybe that’s the anthropologist in me.) I mean call it whatever you want, but social science is SOCIAL science.

Why is that so difficult to understand? ARGH.

Anygay...

That said if I have to conduct interviews, I’m out. I’m truly terrible at constructing the right Q&A or survey. That is definitely not my skill set.

2. Do you find the professional habit of breaking down the media you're consuming to be intrusive to your enjoyment of said media.

I don’t know? It’s been so long, I can’t turn off the analysis brain.

It’s like I have a habit of stopping shows to screen shot. Fast forwarding through singing. Turning on high speed playback for the slow bits. Rewinding and rewatching the good bits. I’d be HELL to watch with. I can NEVER just sit and watch a show anymore. I get so antsy in a movie theater. But I’ve always kinda done that since my VHS youth.

I tend to analyze lots of things as I’m watching:

narrative structure

acting technique

wardrobe decisions

lighting

framing

When a BL can turn that part of my brain off and just suck me into story, that tends to be when I lose my mind (see My Beautiful Man, or Until We Meet Again).

But even then I usually have to instantly go back and figure out how and why they did that. Usually here on Tumblr in a review. My reviews are often me trying to articulate why I liked (or didn’t like) something, but also how it “got me” if it, in fact, did somehow turn off my analysts nature.

Shows other people really like but that I gave a slightly lower rating to (like Bad Buddy, or KinnPorsche) often got dinged because, as good as they were, they never truly sucked me in. And if they were really THAT GOOD they should have got me despite myself (like Semantic Error did).

Ironically the opposite is also the case, if the BL is that bad (like one of the pulps) my brain kinda gets overloaded and gives up trying to analyze. And that’s one of the reasons I tend to like them more than most people. I can actually get immersed in them because they are so bad.

So do does it mess up my enjoyment?

I don’t know. I have no baseline to compare to. But probubly? It certainly means I don’t experience a lot of media like a true fan anymore.

A friend of mine always says “never turn your passion into your profession.”

And this is why.

Too late for me though.

#asked and answered

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fallinfl0wers · 3 years ago

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umm hello!! i’m kinda embarrassed right now because i don’t know if i’m sending my request correctly, so I apologize in advance (;o;) btw about scenario: can you please do hc or whatever you’ll find the best with Scaramouche and male!reader who is a member of his… troops? detachment? group? (i’m so stupid sorry TT) so, reader is the one who has been with Scara from his very first day as a Harbinger, fulfilled every assignment with utmost precision, never gave cause for disappointment, and so on. reader is always like: "as you wish, my lord, I will destroy the entire camp of those travelers, just wait for a second" and then he goes and does it without any regret. his devotion is so unshakable that reader can even respond to the orders of the other Harbingers in that way: "I apologize, let me ask my lord's permission… my lord said no” omg i really love this part. however, after so many years reader discovers that he is absolutely fascinated by the traveler (I mean, Aether/Lumine) after that meeting in Mondstadt. then they often meet so reader can help with some some daily orders (hiding it all from Scaramouche ofc) and have fun together, it’s obviously reader’s first free “sunny” time. until one day, encountering the traveler in role of Fatui, reader can see traveler’s ruthless fight with Scara and simply: “No, this is not at all what I saw in him/her”. Argh, I know it all sounds absolutely messy and ridiculous, but I've been thinking about this scenario for months. my brain shuts off every time it comes to Scara .°(ಗдಗ。)°. I'm not completely sure what kind of relationship I would like to see between Scaramouche and reader, therefore, platonic nor romantic will look perfect for me, no matter what you choose. oh, and yes, I'm incredibly grateful in advance if you do decide to take my request, I swear, I'll be at the cloud nine! (sorry for mistakes, english is not my first language)

have a good day 💛💫

It doesn't have to be like this

summary: you have followed one man for your entire professional career as a fatui member, your lord scaramouche. then, the traveler appeared in your life, and you find yourself feeling attracted to her one way or another. but how do you deal with your newfound friendship on the traveler, knowing that your oh so dear lord scaramouche has eliminating her as his mission? includes: scaramouche & male!reader (platonic), lumine x male!reader / lumine & male!reader (platonic) (can be read as either, there's just too much admiration going on here from you to her too lol), paimon & male!reader (platonic). warnings: reader used to be on the streets, talk of murder and staged suicides (not very explicit), talk of debt, at the start reader is a young teen (13~16-ish) and by the time he meets the traveler he's around 18 to 19-ish, also, reader does a lot of not so morally correct stuff because he's fatui and he follows orders so... yeah. format: headcanons (140 bullet points + a small scenario... this is so long it turned into a monster-) thank you for your request!! >< and i'm sorry it's out so late!! i felt a bit confused at first, but i think i got everything you specified in the request!! i left it as platonic with scaramouche because i liked the idea of reader looking up at him as a big brother figure of sorts :") it was just so cute, i couldn't help myself >< this got... a lot, lot longer than i expected when i started writing but i didn't know how to stop before the ending i wrote here?! and i think i might write a sequel some day! would anyone like to see that? i hope you like it!

You joined the Fatui when you were very young.

It wasn't like you were a loyal devotee of the Cryo Archon or a Snezhnayan nationalist, not at all.

You simply had no choice.

You didn't have a lot of money, and there was only so much an orphan, young teenager could do to survive on his own in Snezhnaya's cold streets.

Unable to travel to other regions to find a better life for yourself, what was the next best thing to do?

Join the military, it seemed.

When you joined the Fatui, you only knew essential self-taught self-defense you had to pick up to survive on the streets.

Well, their training, as hard, cruel and, frankly, inhuman as it was, shaped you into a true warrior.

At this point, you were already very thankful to the organization. They trained you, gave you food and a place to sleep. That was all you were looking for when you joined, really.

And you were kept on training for a long time, bonding with some of your usual teammates, wondering when you'd be able to join one of the five harbingers' teams and do something actually interesting or fun instead of just staying here and training all day long.

And then He came along.

He, who had the most beautiful face you had ever seen in a man (or woman- or a person in general- how could a person this beautiful exist?)

He, who wore a bored expression as his eyes scanned through the bunch of soldiers that lined up in front of him.

"This is Scaramouche, the Sixth Harbinger," Pierro introduced the man. "And you all will be working under him from now on."

To say the entire troupe was surprised would be an understatement.

This man looked so... young and delicate. His face even made him look fragile and, in all honesty? Kind of weak.

He didn't look like he was much older than you. In fact, when he looked around as if analyzing each and every one of you, his bright, big eyes even made him look younger than he should be.

Well, that was fine, he looked nice enough--

"Did you want to say anything?" He knocked a soldier who dared to laugh at his appearence off his feet without even breaking a sweat, his pupils contracting as he crushed the soldiers ribcage with one foot. "Go on, I'm listening to you loud and clear."

"I- I'm sorry, sir-!" "Useless. Get out of here."

You take that back, he's not very nice.

As the months went by, one by one most of your old teammates were either fired, gravely injured or transferred to different squads because of him.

You were one of the most efficient soldiers he had, that much you could affirm with pride and no hesitation, so you were safe.

In no time, you started to hear rumours about him from other soldiers in the training grounds and during meals.

"No one can stand him, not even the other harbingers like him." They said. "He's only a brat who should learn when to shut up." They said.

During his first months as a harbinger, no one really took him seriously due to his pretty, frail appearance.

Which lead to some of your superiors, some generals and other elites who openly admited wanting to become harbingers themselves, trying to bully him out of the position as if that would do anything.

Maybe it was how young he looked, or because he seemed so unassuming and unintimidating at first sight, they thought he would easily break under their pressure.

But here's when you first started to look up at him.

He never kept quiet.

He always stood up for himself and his ideas.

He never once let anyone try to step over him, and always showed his superiority at all times, never once backing down when someone tried to hurt him in any way.

He would always get what he wanted when he wanted it, and he always won every battle he was in with seemingly no effort at all.

To you, who had grown up going from one orphanage to another and then wandering the streets all on your own, he looked like an ideal turned into a person.

When you were younger, you'd get bullied by your peers on the streets, or you'd get your food stolen away from you by older kids.

Hell, even within the Fatui, you had been degraded by many superiors and fellow soldiers when you first joined!

So watching someone who looked as frail as you used to be standing up for himself against everyone and everything made you feel... things.

You started to look up to him.

So, being as young as you still were at that moment, you did your very best to impress him!!

And either that worked or you just were very good at your job, you didn't know for sure, but even when most of the Balladeer's original troupe was gone for one reason or another, you stayed on his elite group.

He seemingly took notice of this, because his eyes would linger on your a little too eager form whenever he assigned different orders to everyone.

...And he also started to test you, constantly.

"Destroy that hilichurl camp before we continue." He'd say, signaling to a comically gigantic camp full of hilichurls and with four mitachurls holding axes. "Alone."

"As you wish, my lord!"

Yeah, you were definitely one of his best soldiers, if not the best out of them all, he thought as he watched how you dealt with the entire camp on your own with your weapon and vision.

"Get that woman to confess where she's hiding the ores she owes to us, and do it quick." He'd order to you another time.

"As you wish, my lord!"

Then he'd see you sweet talk that nameless woman into trusting you with the location of the ores for Scaramouche to take over and deliver the necessary punishment for lying to the fatui and avoiding paying her debt.

"Kill that man, and leave no proof behind." He'd order you on a rainy night in Fontaine, to which you'd nod.

"As you wish, my lord!"

The next day he'd hear news about a businessman found hanging in his room after 'commiting suicide' and leaving a note behind, not a single thing out of place.

(At the time that impressed him a lot, ngl).

Even when you found yourself receiving orders from other harbingers, you would always check on with Scaramouche before going along with them or not.

"My Lord said I can't. My apologies, My Lady." You'd bow to Signora, who would send a nasty glare at Scaramouche who stood behind you, smiling.

Yeah, you did a lot of... not so morally correct stuff for him with little to no hesitation, but!! Who could blame you?

You were still very young, owed a lot of things to the organization, and admired Scarmouche a whole lot!

He was your hero, and you seeked out his approval and recognition.

You looked up to him like you would to an older brother.

As time went by, he had you sticking together with him for almost everything. Not only professional stuff, but also more personal stuff.

Having lunch? You'd sit next to him.

Free day? You'd go anywhere he wanted with him.

It was a strange sight for everyone, but he grew attached to you as you did to him.

He treated you less coldly than he treated everyone else.

He would smile a lot whenever it was just the two of you spending time together, and he would also laugh more, and he would affectionally pat your head every now and then.

He trained you personally.

He remembered your birthday and got you presents and a fancy dinner with all your favorite foods.

You hang out together most of the time, yeah.

He finds the way you look up to him and fulfill your orders with your eyes sparkling and looking for his approval very endearing.

It also boosts his ego, a lot.

You started to see a different side of him he showed to no one except you.

He was demanding, he always was, but in a more personal setting, it was more childishly endearing than it was intimidating.

He was also a perfectionist, finding faults in everything and trying to fix them until he couldn't see them anymore.

His sense of humor was kind of dry, but you found it fun anyway.

He was also very protective over you.

He knew you were the strongest out of all his soldiers and trusted you a lot, but when you got into more trouble than it was worth and got hurt in the process, he nagged you to the abyss and beyond until you apologized and promised not to do it again.

He saw you as a little brother.

He thought it was obvious, since he openly voiced his favour towards you at all times and spent time with you doing whatever came to mind and took interest in your own interests.

But you were surprised when you heard it for the first time!

"M-my lord, do you... do you really mean it?" "Of course I mean it! Why would I say it otherwise? You better remember that, because I'm not repeating myself."

He shows you he cares about you in either indirect ways or extremely straight-forward ways, there's no in between for him.

He either gives you a cup of your favorite tea or coffee when you get stuck dealing with paperwork with him or has all your work done by somebody else so that you can take a break.

He's a bit of a tsundere and you find that really cute ngl.

He lets you borrow his hat if you want to, he thinks it suits you well too.

Like I said, he sees you as a little brother he wants to protect at all costs.

He stands protectively in front of you if there's anyone trying to bully you due to your (you admitted) privileged position as his favorite recruit and deals with the ones who bother you with a single flick of his wrist and the power of electro.

Which, if you're taller than him, makes for a very comical scene.

If you're shorter, taller or his same height- he doesn't care, he only wants you to be safe and have the best of the best.

This man was so lonely before and had no interest in other people, and when you showed up and treated with the respect and admiration he felt he deserved, he couldn't help but get attached to you.

At this point he really thinks of you as his family, you're one of his only priorities in life.

That's why you're always with him for everything.

For everything from a lunch break to boring paperwork to important missions overseas.

...That's how you met Lumine.

That one blonde traveler Scaramouche said you'd be looking for as a side-mission of sorts while researching the meteorites.

You were suppossed to be looking for her while undercover and trying to asses her abilities and habits for him to catch her and easily dispose of her.

But? She was?? so nice to you???

She'd help you with your 'comissions' and would hang out with you as you 'helped' her search for clues on her twin's whereabouts.

And honestly, as you spent more time with her, you started to see the world in a slightly different light.

Sometimes you'd stand awkwardly at her side while she and her small floating companion complained about the Fatui.

"They are so annoying! Always causing trouble for everyone..." Paimon would complain. Trying not to choke on your food, you would nod at her words just like Lumine did. "I know, right..."

They... they didn't know what went on in the organization! What would they know?

...Okay, you weren't as naïve as you were when you first joined, even if it stung a little, you now could admit that you guys weren't the best military organization when it came to fairness...

But spending more time with Lumine made you feel a lot of things regarding your current standing.

On one hand, you had only survived this far because the Fatui were willing to take you in and your life was easier than ever thanks to your relationship with Scaramouche.

On the other, as you grew up and now that you were seeing from the other side of the argument with her, you could see how everyone in the Fatui -your Lord Scaramouche, close friends, teammates and yourself included- did... more harm than good in a lot of cases.

But there's nothing else you've known during your entire life.

Nothing besides your loyalty and admiration for Scaramouche and your love towards your friends, who were all in the organization.

Still, you couldn't bring yourself to hate Lumine or Paimon for the things they said about the Fatui.

The two of them were just so sweet and kind to you, and you found yourself enjoying their presence.

Specially Lumine's.

For the first time in what feels like your entire life, you find yourself feeling awe and admiration for someone who isn't Scaramouche whenever you're with Lumine.

Even on the battlefield, she's graceful, kind and precise with her movements.

You don't think too much about style when you fight, but you start to think it would be nice to look like that while fighting so maybe she could teach you how she-

You really felt attracted to her.

Maybe it was her kind and cheerful personality that drew you in, or maybe another thing entirely, but soon enough you couldn't help but look forward to meeting her.

All of your meetings with her were kept a secret from Scaramouche, who assumed you had met someone completely different you were interested in since you only slipped away from him when you didn't have orders to fulfill.

He felt a little jealous, but wouldn't admit it.

He was still the one who was closest to you out of everyone in this world!!

So anyway-

You're very close to Lumine now, practically a part of her adventure team.

And she still doesn't know you're a Fatui soldier.

Hahahaha she doesn't need to know, right? You're not doing anything wrong by not telling her, right?

You two are really good friends (or maybe more, it depends on how you think of her), and she trusts you too much.

Too much.

It makes you feel bad since you can't tell her what you truly do for a living :(

And you are coming up strangely empty handed whenever Scaramouche asks you for updates on her.

It isn't like you at all.

But you're torn between the two.

You don't want to betray your friend, but you don't want to disappoint him! Anything but that!

So you... you lied and gave him fake information.

Which resulted in the two of you along with the rest of the team going back to Snezhnaya to report Scaramouche's discoveries on the meteorites.

So you had to say goodbye for now to Lumine and Paimon :(

You guys were having so much fun, too...

"I have to go back to my homeland soon... My brother is waiting for me." You'd told them one afternoon. "We're going to miss you a lot!!!" Paimon hugged the side of your head as you said your goodbyes. "I don't know when we'll meet again, but... But I'm sure we will!" You nodded at Lumine's words. "Until then, stay safe out there!" You smiled at the two. "You as well!"

But the next time you met wasn't as amicable as the others.

You wore your full uniform, mask included, so she didn't recognize you when she saw you.

And you stood there, frozen as you watched her fight with Scaramouche.

Ruthless, with nothing but sheer force and elemental attacks.

That was how both of them were going at each other, with no mercy.

No... you didn't want this... You- you didn't want the two people you looked up to the most to fight each other!!

But what could you do?!

"Y/N, support!" Scaramouche called your name, to which Lumine looked back at you with widened eyes. "Y/N?! You- you're with him?! You lied to me?!" Scaramouche looked back at you for a second. "We'll talk about this later, now come and help me out. That's an order."

Your hands were shaking as you looked between the two, more scared than you've been in years.

"I don't want to see you fight."

Your heart was beating violently as you watched them fight, and you kept silent, frozen in place, torn, not knowing what to do.

"I don't want it to be like this."

It was when you saw Lumine almost slashing a strand of Scaramouche's hair that you felt your feet moving on their own, as you set yourself in between the two of them, blocking both their attacks with your own weapon and vision.

"It doesn't have to be like this."

"Stop! Please, stop, you don't have to fight!" You say, earning yourself a glare from both of them. "Y/N, step away from her." Scaramouche warned you. "Y/N, move! I don't want to hurt you!" Lumine halted her attacks at the sight of you. "I- I can't, let's just- We can talk this over!"

"Are you with us or against us?!" Paimon was the one who asked the question.

Still shaking and torn, you yell.

"Stop! Just stop!" You take off your mask, turning to look at Lumine with hope shining in your eyes. "You want to find your brother, right? Then join us!"

"What are you-?!" But you didn't let her continue her thought.

"If! If you join us no one will chase you down and you'll have all of our resources at your disposal! A-and we- we can go on more adventures together like we used to!"

To that, Scaramouche narrowed his eyes.

"You did what with her?"

You can feel tears stinging your eyes, but you will them away to look at him.

"I-isn't that right?! If- If the traveler joined us we wouldn't have to hurt her!" Scaramouche clicked his tounge.

"It is true, but she won't because she's a weak coward."

"Don't speak about Lumine like that!" Paimon yelled at him, hiding behind her. "We would never join a meanie like you!"

"Y/N, who are you with?" Lumine asked you, making you go still.

Between Scaramouche, the man you've followed most of your life, who always supported you and helped you become stronger and made you feel proud of who you were, and Lumine, the traveler who showed you the other side to the life you'd held all these years and welcomed you with open arms and warm smiles all the time--

How were you supposed to choose?

It doesn't have to be like this.

But if it had to,

who would you choose?

#scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #melodywritings #melwritesgenshin #x male reader #scaramouche

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fyeahkaimelia · 2 years ago

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i figured out a way of getting 100k. plus the 40-something i already have, it’d be enough to pay for my debt + my re-enrollment thing. i was reassured that it wasn’t dangerous and i wouldn’t be getting myself into too much trouble, but it was still a very... sensitive way. (it wasn’t the loan sharks; in fact, i wouldn’t have to pay it back at all, just do them a few favors, but i don’t wanna get into that whole thing here).

so, i had someone ready to transfer me the money. it was all good to go. i went to my uni, said i’d like to pay my entire debt. they took it out. and said that, if i wanted to pay in debit or cash rn, they would have to add a 30k fee. (????????). the whole thing would be around 170k now.

you have. no idea. no fucking idea. what i had to do to get 140. i had to work so much, put so much of myself into it, fight so hard, and get involved with people and things i didn’t wanna get involved with. and for nothing. cause now they’ve decided 140 wasn’t enough, they want 170k. it would be extremely hard for me to get 30k now, but that’s not even the hardest part; the person who was ready to give me 100k is very stubborn about only giving me that money if i use it immediately, (they have their reasons i guess, whatever, anyway), which i was about to do, but then i couldn’t. they would still give me the money, that’s still a valid way for me to get 100k, but what i’m trying to say is that that money is not in my hands rn. it could be soon, but it’s not. and i don’t trust it if it’s not already with me, yk? who’s to say they’ll still give me the 100k if i get the 30k that’s missing? they said they would, i think they would, but i can’t trust that.

now, to make things a thousand times more complicated: my uni said that, even if i pay my debt, they can’t be sure they’ll let me re-enroll. they said probably, but it’s already march, and exams start next week, so they don’t know. i would have to pay the debt and then find out. but i’m not fucking risking throwing 170k in the garbage, i’m not paying the debt until they say they’re certain i’d be able to re-enroll. they said they’d get back to me about that in a couple of days (ARGH.). and my lawyer said that if i pay the debt and then sue them, a judge would definitely make my uni let me re-enroll, but i would have to pay for that (and i obviously wouldn’t have the money), plus it would take a while, and my exams start next week.

and there was the apartment. i almost sold it. i almost fucking sold it. i was so close. but the guy chickened out last minute. so that was another thing that almost happened. but it didn’t, so whatever, i’ll forget ab it.

my plan B also fell through. i checked with the other couple of unis i would consider transferring to, and they’d accept me, they’re even cheaper than my uni, but i would only be able to enroll next semester (august), AND i’d have to take a few extra courses because of differences in the curriculum. i don’t know how many extra courses, but definitely more than a couple. i’d be willing to do that, but only if i don’t have to postpone my graduation by more than the 1 semester i’d have missed, and that’s not certain. they said i’d have to already be enrolled in the uni (aka paying 12k) to find out.

so my most likely outcome rn is plan C, aka the worst case scenario. i’m not upset ab that rn cause i took 12 mg of bromazepam today, so i’m kinda high and just generally not feeling anything at all, but when it wears off and i’m actually able to think, i’ll be devastated. at least that way i was able to eat, i just had 2 cucumber sandwiches and a couple of cookies and that’s all i’ve had since sunday. i’m unfreezing some meat to have later as well. i’m losing too much weight lately (like, 5 kg in a few weeks, and now i’m almost underweight and my mom says i look sick), cause i don’t eat when i get high on opioids, and i’ve been doing that like 3 times a week. and honestly i’m on the verge of going on a bender, so i gotta get some calories in so i don’t lose even more weight this week. ok i’m done venting for now cause my benzo intoxicated brain isn’t working anymore lol

edit: i had 3 slices of pizza and a bag of cheetos for dinner now, shit food but at least i got calories in. jfc i already gotta update this post cause i gotta vent more cause so much has happened over the last few hours. gonna wait til im a bit less insane (and high) tho

this has Nothing to do w greys anatomy and i havent even been active here (but hey, this season is back so i just might be too) but i need to vent somewhere and i can’t do it on main cause irl ppl follow me there. i don’t even mind them knowing these things like its not a secret or anything but idk it’s weird

i owe ab r$ 130.000 to my university. every year i Don’t Pay the bills and owe them a huge amount of money and then they let me pay like 1/5 or even 1/6 of what i owe to be able to enroll in the next school year. i’m currently starting 4th year of med school (it’s 6 years long). this time they said they’d only do that thing where i pay a fifth of what i owe now and leave the rest to pay “later” if i use a credit card, which i don’t have — all my payments have always been thru debit yk. and i can’t get a credit card cause i owe the bankS (plural, i owe money to like every bank in the country) like over 200k from loans i’ve taken before, which i’ll never pay them back probably (it’s okay, i don’t have anything to my name so they can’t legally take anything from me cause of it). which is why i obviously also can’t get a loan.

i currently have about 40k. i’m selling my shitty car for 7k, i have a solid buyer, so i guess i have ab 47k. i’m trying to sell a shitty studio apartment in a bad neighborhood for 70k, even though it’s worth ab 120k, just to try to get it sold as fast as possible. i work a part time honest job for less than a minimum wage and i use that money to “pitch in” and help pay the bills (i live w my mom and she pays for everything but sometimes we fall short).

and i sell stuff on the side. how much i sell is directly related to how much extra cash i need that month, but it’s usually around 1k. if i really put myself out there i can make much, much more, and i usually avoid that so i don’t get too well known™, but recently (since like november) i’ve been doing that, and making ab 5k a month (which is how i’ve been saving money these past few months), and i’m currently facing the opportunity of expanding that further and maybe even make up to 10k a month from selling my stuff alone, but i’m not sure if i’ll do that cause i think people are already getting too comfy introducing my services™ to other ppl, and i even got a street name. that was sort of a wake up call for me. i sometimes get texts from strange numbers that’ll be like “hey, [insert friend’s name] gave me ur number” and i check with that friend if they’re cool before selling etc, but lately those ‘friends of friends’ all started calling me dr. hu, and it sort of caught on, and ppl who aren’t in any way connected to those ppl told me they’ve heard my “name” (dr. hu) being brought up by strangers in a couple of hang out spots in my neighborhood, and that really made me rethink the whole thing. it’s okay, my neighborhood is pretty chill, there’s not much activity here, there’s only a few parks where young ppl go to have fun, there aren’t any territorial gangs or anything, so at least i’m safe from that. but still.

also, “dr. hu” is a reference to this guy (i didnt get it at first, i thought they were saying dr who first few times i heard it):

ANYWAY. back to the point. i’ve been going to class even though i’m not officially enrolled in this semester yet, cause that’s what my lawyer told me to do, cause we’ll try to get a judge to demand my uni to let me pay in installments w debit or cash or a fucking check like it’s fucking 2007, whatever, just not credit. (idk if it wasn’t clear before, but they let me pay in cash if i pay the entire amount at once, i just don’t have that rn). but if we can’t get a judge to do that (we should find out by next week), my only way out would be if i can sell the apartment until before my exams start — and they start on march 15. otherwise i won’t be able to take the exams and i’ll automatically flunk all my classes, so.

my second option (if both the apartment thing and judge thing fail) would be to transfer to a different uni. that would hurt me deeply cause i like my uni’s curriculum better, it’s the best in the state, and i know i’d be transferring to a uni that isn’t as good. and mostly cause i’m already so integrated in my uni, i have my friends and my academic leagues and i’ve been a pharma TA (which gives me a 20% scholarship) and intended to keep on it, and i write papers for it and i had big plans to write ab some of my special interests in pharma (yea drugs are a special interest to me fr lol) and get to show them in medical conferences etc.

and there’s my bf. he’s the best thing ab uni to me tbh, he’s the reason i wake up in the morning exhausted but still excited to go to class cause he’ll be there. and it’s hard for us to see each other cause we both have jobs that demand a lot from us (i work as an “assistant” to er doctors — they pay me directly to do their work part time so they can sleep or study for residency undisturbed during part of their shifts, and he works with politics). so we only rly see each other out of class like once a week; and it’s fine cause we see each other in class almost everyday and we skip class to get high and make out on campus sometimes (like fucking teenagers ik ik), but all of that will be gone if i transfer. i’ll be lucky if i get to see him for a few hours a week. and it kinda feels like my world will colapse if that happens. i know it’s dramatic but idk, he’s kinda the light of my life rn. i know i’d get over it, i’d get over him if i had to, but i don’t want it to come to that, i really don’t, cause i’m in love & i genuinely believe we could have the life of our dreams together soon enough

anyway. transferring would genuinely be horrible but i’d get used to it. i’m already getting used to that possibility. yesterday it felt like it was the end of the world, i sobbed like a child just for considering it for a second, it felt like when ur a kid and everything gets taken away from u and u find out the world is a cruel and unjust place for the first time (i got sent to an international boarding school at age 6 man idk that’s how it felt like). but now i’m already more accepting of that possibility. i’d survive it, i’ve survived much worse, and i’d learn to enjoy it (in a bittersweet way). i’d probably lose touch with my best friend from uni (which SUCKS ASS cause he’s one of the best friends i’ve ever had, friends like him are hard to come across yk), but i’d make new friends eventually. maybe i’d find a way to make my relationship work. and i’d get to Not pay 130 thousand reais to my uni; bitches didn’t let me pay my way, they ain’t ever seeing money from me again. which would be pretty nice

and my third option, my worst option, is taking a gap year. just pausing everything. i finished 3rd grade in 2022, and i’d start 4th grade in 2024. a gap year. it’d come to that if the couple of unis i’d consider transferring to need me to take extra classes (essentially “repeat” some classes i’ve already taken) because of curriculum differences. it’d suck so, so much, but i’m still tryna prepare myself mentally for that possibility. honestly med school is my life. idk how i’d cope without medicine. honestly i skip class all the time and i hate some of my classes and i hate working with clinical medicine (which i’m required to do as a student) but still, my life kinda revolves around the fact that i’m on my way to becoming a doctor. it’s kind of what i live for. i’m not a straight As student, i’ve never been a pleasure to have in class, i get Bs and mostly Cs and i don’t study for my classes like i should, i don’t turn in my assignments, i’m essentially a very Bad student, but medicine is still my life. pharmacology and anesthesiology are my special interests. reading the entire goodman & gilman book for fun several times kinda thing. and i feel like that’s what i’m worth. i know it’s not healthy, but my entire sense of self worth is based on my academic life. which is ridiculous cause i’m not even a good student! but having mediocre grades and only studying for the few classes that i actually enjoy somehow is enough for me to feel ok ab myself. not great, i don’t have awesome self esteem, but okay enough yk. but my self esteem will go to zero so fast if i simply don’t have an academic life anymore.

and what would i do with a gap year? i’d probably work more, and maybe sell more, and maybe, just maybe, i’d work on myself. study more ab the things i’m interested in, go to the gym, help my mom w her garden. but the truth is i’d probably fall into a self destructive pattern of sleeping all day and binge eating and doing drugs. letting dirty dishes pile up all over my room, wearing the same set of pjs for weeks, not washing my hair like ever. eventually stop going to work, never leave the house. start getting social anxiety, avoiding all my friends, shutting down completely. going days without eating or seeing a single person irl. it’s happened before more than a few times, i know how i can be. i’ve had enough clinical depression episodes. and i think it could go harder than ever before (the worst one i’ve ever had was in 2017, when i spent 2 months in bed).

ok i kinda spiraled there. maybe that wouldn’t happen. it probably wouldn’t happen. and one good thing is i’d definitely find a way to make more money, so i could actually spend some on something other than bills. i could finally get the tattoos i want. ok but that’s the only silver lining i can find. and even if i didn’t fall into a depression™, would my relationship survive it? cause yea, i’d have time and money to see him, work around his schedule since he’d be busier than me, but i’d feel like shit. i’d feel like i’m worth less than him because he’d be too ahead of me academically, and i’d be stagnated. i can’t explain it.

#tw #vent post #tw drugs

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no-vamos · 2 years ago

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Lolzies (I should not be lolzie-ing about this but here we are) I have such bad internalized biphobia

And it really sucks bc

I’m bisexual

I know think Im bisexual

And by internalized biphobia I mean

I’ve been ”involved” in the lgbtq+ community since I was 12~ or so and just

I’ve really wanted to feel like I “fit in” if that makes sense?

Like I hate heteronormativity and I’m still growing and learning and sometimes I tend to overcorrect my beliefs to the point that there’re times where im like “it’s not ‘physically’ acceptable for me to be in a ‘het’ relationship bc then im not queer”

Which in and of itself is a stupid mindset bc if I grow up and learn I am lying to myself (panics) and I am actually straight (WHICH ISNT A BAD THING EITHER), then that’s going to be a super painful realization. And from that you can also see this whole “what if this is all just a phase” as if that’s a bad thing? Like

Ugh this is also just a me thing where im such a people pleaser and like “ahhhh straight people don’t like gay people and gay people don’t like straight people so that means I have to be both AND neither at the same time”

If it’s not clear by this point I have identity issues but I also mentioned I am still growing and maturing so 🤷‍♀️

So yea I overcompensate for that mindset by, with my current knowledge of my attraction, being attracted to (unsure amount of genders bc I have no game lol)(but more than just my opposite gender on the “binary” spectrum (also I should really talk about my desire to destroy the thought that it’s a binary spectrum and instead replace it with like a circular or cubic spectrum if that makes any sense? lol another time)) and also despising the fact that I can’t just be attracted to “one” gender

So now I sit here, with my bundles of internalized biphobia, being terrified of the fact that if I fall in love with a man I’ll be “less queer/not queer enough” and if I fall in love with literally anyone not a cis man I’ll be disappointing my entire bloodline. Which is kinda like whatever but I can’t not rely on my family rn. And also it would crush me if they didn’t accept me argh

So that aside. I don’t like. People.

Politely, I don’t really enjoy any of the online communities for literally anything bc there will always be that one person or that small group that is/are just. Assholes. Huge fucking assholes. A terf ig (idk why I don’t really like using that word. It’s seems really overused to me nowadays)

This includes. Literally any community. High key hate the internet bc I need in person communities and I don’t fucking have them

And I need

Physical beings in front of me, not physical beings through dots of electricity portrayed on glass coming from physical people very far away

None of you know me

At least people irl can see me

The queer community is biphobic. Bisexuals (especially on tiktok) are biphobic. Any radfem wlw is biphobic. Fucking ME IM BIPOBIC TOWARDS MYSELF

Just

Why are we still in a world where (lolzies I really don’t mean to makes this about me but it’s late and I’m trying to cope somehow) I am terrified of loving, not bc I’m terrified of love, but bc I’m terrified of being excluded from the communities I want to feel like I belong in.

Also I fuckjng hate labels sometimes

I have the weird idealized future where I’ll go to college and be around “likeminded” people who are just. Accepting.

Like I read this fanfic once. Where one of the characters was just like. “Yea fuck it dude. No matter how you explain your identity or attraction I’m never going to truly understand it but I love you bc you’re human and my friend and I want to learn how to support you in a way that makes you comfortable”

Is it bad that I feel like I don’t have a person like that in my life? Bc yea I could be that person for me. But I just spent this entire post trying to explain to y’all how my internalized biphobia is really painful and this wasn’t explained but it stems from insecurities and comparison issues and my overwhelming inferiority complex which constantly puts me in the losers bracket.

But hehe ig happy pride you wonderful losers. Y’all are human and pls pls pls for the love of god and all that is holy love each other

#biphobia #internalized homophobia #internalized heterophobia #am i allowed to say that #can I say that heterophobia can be a thing and is very possibly becoming a thing?#not in like an exclusionary way #like heterosexual people are oppressed in any way shape or form #they never truly are #but when you’re coming to terms with yourself and the space you found yourself comfortable in “hates the relationships you want to be in????#lolzies #don’t really know where I was going with that #pls don’t get offended #i genuinely mean no harm #if you are offended #pls don’t attack me #i already feel like shit #bisexual #bi problems #pls think about these things #pls just love people for being human #the world really sucks rn #forever and always ig #but make it better for someone #even if you literally hate their guts #have some compassion #i’m almost done #I’m also really sorry #bc I am super privileged #i know that #and that probably doesn’t help my case

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zmayadw · 3 years ago

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Hello to all :)

So, before I run off for the weekend and from this unberable heat to my own little personal Duskwood (by which I mean a house in the woods :D ), I promised to someone I would post the epilogue to my story by friday, and I keep my promises :)

Anyway, I wish you all to have a great weekend! Take care :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 27 - EPILOGUE

And so a year passed. One year since Hanna was found, one year since I met my wonderful friends. And one year since the most beautiful blue eyes I ever saw stopped haunting my dreams and became my reality.

It's been almost six months since I decided to move in with Jake and make Duskwood my new home. It was the easiest decision I ever made. They all became the most important people in my life, and I couldn't even imagine a day passing without beeing close to them. We shared a bond stronger than anything. They became my family, and family definitely doesn't start or end with blood.

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„You said five more minutes. Almost twenty passed!“ Jake announces from the doors. „I know, I know! I'm done!“ Turning in my chair, I just stare at him. „What? Do I look that bad?“ he asks worryingly after a moment. He was wearing black pants and a dark blue formal shirt, wich made his eyes color even more intense. That always amazed me, their color changing from greyish-blue to such an intense blue, I got lost in them so manny times. „Maya?“ His words snaped my attention back. Getting up I smile walking to him „Oh, the opposite, babe. You look very handsome.“ He smiles back. Wrapping my hands around his neck and kissing him softly first, then pulling him closer intensifying the kiss, hinting him more than clearly where I'm heading with this. He moves away raising his eyebrow „Oh, no, no, no.“ „What's a no?“ I ask, biting teasingly at my lover lip. Groaning he takes another step backwards from me „Argh, don't do this to me, angel!“ „I have no clue what you're talking about.“ I say taking a step towards him, playfully twirling a strand of hair arround my finger. „We don't have time for this!“ „Oh, well then.“ I say dissapointed and with a sigh start towards the bedrom. Passing him, I take my shirt off droping it on the floor at his feet „I suppose I'll go get ready then.“ I could feel his lustful stare following me. I barely stepped into the bedroom when his hand comes around me, pulling me to him, his other hand moving the hair from my neck. His soft lips on my skin sent tingles all over me. „You are driving me crazy.“ He whispers to my ear. „And you love it.“ I hum back. Turning me to face him he grins „But just so we're clear, you are going to explain to my sister why we were late to the wedding. And I'm dying to hear what excuse you will think of.“ Laughing I put my hands around his neck „Don't worry, babe, I can get quite creative when needed.“

„So, tell me you two, what was it that made you almost end up late for the wedding?“ Lilly was looking inquisitive at Jake and me. „Yes, Maya, please tell Lilly why we were almost late.“ Jake grins at me. Oh, he is so gonna get it for this! „There was...an emergency with my dress.“ She snorts „Right, I'm sure there was.“ Flashing her the most wonderful smile I could make „Oh, come on, Lilly, don't be like this. Hannah just got married, we should all be happy.“ „You two are impossible. I need a drink.“ She shakes her head before leaving us. „Emergency with the dress? That's the best you could think of?“ Jake raise his eyebrow at me. I grin „Shush it. It worked..kinda.“ „No it didn't.“ He laughs. „Fine, it didn't.“ I agree. „Then next time, you think of something better.“ He chuckles „Oh no, I'm not letting you make a habbit out of it.“ Turning to him with a wicked smile and going for a kiss, but stoping so close our lips barely touch „Whatever you say, babe.“ Without finishing the kiss, I slowly turn and head for the bar. „You are killing me!“ he yells after me. I turn my head and wink, just as Dan shows up next to him. „Troubles at paradise, man?“ he asks him. Jake grins, not taking his eyes off me „Quite the opposite, man, quite the opposite.“

The cool night breeze swirled arround me as I lean on the railings of the terrasse. Watching my friends looking so happy and laughing makes me smile myself. Seeing them like this, no one would ever thought that a year ago their lives turned into a nightmare. Even if the scars of the past events might not be visible to the eye, they are there, imprinted deep into each one of them. With time, they will fade more, and become just a distant memory.

The scars on my body are a different story. They will always be there, a reminder of bad days. But that's all right, I don't want to forget anyway. I want to remember, that no matter what shit life threw at me, I survived, I came out of it stronger. And no matter what might come my way next, I will be all right. They are also a reminder of all the good things that came along with them – new unbreakable friendships, and love, the purest and strongest love. Non of it would be able to exist without all the bad thats happened.

A raven perched on a tree cawed, calling for my attention. His beady black eyes curiously observed me. It's caw echoes around me again, it's sinister voice carried deep into the forest. That sound was frightening to me, sending shivers down my spine, bad memories resurfacing with it. But not this time. With a smirk I look at the bird straight in the eye „Don't waste your time with me, you don't scare me anymore.“ The raven continued to stare at me, moving it's head from one side to the other, as if searching to find just a hint of doubt in my words. Unsuccessfully. It's wings flapped, it's caws echoing as I watch it fly away, getting lost somewhere deep in the forest. „Everything all right, angel?“ Jake voice comes from the doors. With a smile I move from the railing and turn to him, call of the raven falling more silent behind me „Everything is perfect.“

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„Finaly! I was beginning to worry.“ I almost yell in my phone. „Sorry, angel, I just stepped outside a minute ago.“ „Well that took forever. At least tell me you have good news?“ I ask impatiently. „Let me pick you up, then we'll talk.“ „Oh, no, no, no.“ I protest. „I've been waiting for hours, I can't wait anymore, I'm going crazy here!“ „All right, all right.“ He laughs. „Sooooo, what's the verdict? Is it over?“ I was so nervous to hear his answer. „It's over, angel.“ I screamed so loud from happines, scolding myself instantly for doing so in a place that I was at the moment. „Oh, babe, I'm soooo happy to hear this!“ I laugh „You haven't called back for so long, I was beginning to play the worst scenarios in my head. I know Dan said I can ask him for anything, but I doubt he would agree in helping me busting you out of jail. With a mention of it being a federal one, the chances are even slimmer. “ He chuckles „Yeah, I doubt that, too.“ „Tell me, did they agree to your demands? Is your record clean again?“ „Let me put it like this“ he says „They were more then extremely satisfied with the results they got from the informations I provided for them, that I could have asked for an island and they would say yes to it.“ I burst out laughing „Well, owning an island is a new trend these days.“ He laughs back. „Jake?“ I say serious. „What's up, angel?“ „Do you regret doing any of this? I mean, this was something you were forced to do, and honestly, I don't want you to end up hating me one day for any of this. I know I asked you that before, but still..“ „Listen to me, angel. I would do all of this the same way every time, without hesitation, through a thousand lifetimes, if in the end it would mean I get to have you.“ A tear escape my eye, more threathening to follow „Gosh, don't you get me in tears, silly! Now, come and get me, so we can go celebrate properly!“ He chuckles „All right, angel. And where are you?“ „You don't know?“ I ask surprised. „Don't tell me you stopped tracking my phone?“ „I will never do that.“ I laugh „Good, then you'll know where to pick me up. Love you.“ „Love you, too. See you soon, angel.“

I know why I decided to come to this place while nervously waiting for news from Jake. First time he brought me along, there was such calmness radiating from him, just sitting here, in the same spot I am sitting now. I never seen him being more at peace anywhere else but here. I guess I hoped coming here would do the same for me. And I was not wrong.

Collecting my stuff I stand up and look at the tombstone that I was sitting in front all this time.

Here lies Anna

A beloved daughter and mother

You will be missed forever

„Don't worry, Anna“ I smile at the tombstone throwing my backpack over my shoulder „Jake will be all right, I'll take good care of him. I promise.“

THE END

A/N: All right, so this is it, the end. I want to say a big 'thank you' to anyone who read it! :) I had fun writing it, and I hope you had fun reading it :) And honestly, I am a bit sad it ended, but we all know all things must come to an end eventually. Anyway, thak you again, much love to you all :)

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fanfic #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc

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psycho-slytherin · 4 years ago

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Strangers ch. 46

The truth begins to be untold, from multiple perspectives.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, strangers to friends to ??? I honestly don’t know what this counts as anymore

Warnings: Strong language

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You can’t breathe for several seconds. You feel yourself begin to tremble, and Wonho must feel it too, because he places a protective hand on your shoulder. “Y/n?”

For a moment, the club swims before you. No. No. You’re not letting her win, not again. With enormous effort, you summon that numbness once more, letting it settle over you. In a single moment, you adjust your posture and expression, and although your throat feels like it’s about to close up, you don’t allow your voice to change. You’re an actress, after all. “Good to see you’re having fun,” you tell Yoongi cooly, ignoring Seoyeon. The redhead’s eyes narrow at your obvious disinterest. Yoongi’s gaze sweeps between you and Wonho, who’s glistening with sweat from dancing. Wonho’s mesh top is sticking to his defined abs.

“Looks like you are too,” Yoongi replies quietly. His brows knit together and his eyes search yours, almost pleading –

He can’t do this to me. It’s not fair. And you can’t keep your voice steady much longer. You take a long pull of your drink.

“Suga-bear~” Seoyeon whines.

“Hyung!” Out of nowhere, Hoseok breaks through the crowd, looking wildly between you and Yoongi. “Ha… I-I didn’t know you’d be here!” He says through a too-wide smile.

Still looking at you, Yoongi jerks his head toward Seoyeon, who continues clinging to him. You notice Hoseok twitch.

Without breaking eye contact with Yoongi, you reach up and rest your hand on Wonho’s, who’s still holding your shoulder. “Wonho, I’m going to BTS’s private room. Hoseok, is it okay if Wonho comes with?”

“Of course.”

Wonho seems confused, but – bless him – he goes along with you as you turn your back on Seoyeon… and Yoongi.

“So! Tell me about your mixtape, how’s that going?” You hear Hoseok shout over the music as you lead Wonho away. By the time you finally shut the door, closing yourself off from the club, you feel like the night has lasted for far longer than a few songs.

The other members have disappeared, surely out on the dance floor or by the bar. Coats are strewn on the couch and chairs, and you can spot several empty bottles of soju on the counter.

‘Hey… you okay?” Wonho asks, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” you answer too quickly.

“Want to talk about it?”

For a moment, just a moment, you consider telling him everything: about Lisa, missing and possibly dead. About Xiumin, who proved that you really couldn’t trust anyone. About Yoongi, whose betrayal hurt you more than any real boyfriend could. About Seoyeon, how she and her cronies followed you out of the hospital. About that night, the shove, the blood, the walk, the cold. About the photo, and how it ruined your lamppost meetings with Yoongi forever. You could tell him about how you found Seoyeon’s picture on Lisa’s laptop, making you fear the worst.

Or the relentless cyberbullying. Would Wonho understand? You reach up, rubbing your thumb against the Starry Night pendant. Your situation is comically unique – would anyone understand? You’re stronger now, yes, but what does your strength mean if Lisa is gone forever and Yoongi is dating your attacker?

Your phone buzzes. Finally, is it the contract from FYP Entertainment?

@mrsminnie<3: Guys! I made a poll, vote who u think Yoongi is better with- @seoyeonnielovesbts vs @yourname!

@jjksaysfuck: WHY does @yourname still think she’s relevant? Suga BROKE UP WITH HER lollll her career is #deadinthewater

@captainkookie21: @jjksaysfuck kinda like @yourname soon ;) #SUGA belongs to ARMYs! You’ll see ^-^

@streamDIEnamite03: Ok but like,,,, did anyone see that commercial with @WONHO and @yourname??? That was spicy 0_0

“Y/n?”

“Oh, sorry!” You realize you’ve been silent for several seconds too long. “Yeah. I’m fine. I should’ve known this would happen eventually, just…” You tuck your phone away. Not so soon.

“Dunno what he thinks he’s doing, showing up like this after that PR fiasco,” Wonho says, eyeing the door as though Yoongi is right behind it. “I mean, it looks like the girl wanted to come, Yoongi’s never been one for clubs. But seriously, dating a fan? You’d think he’d know better.”

You freeze. “Right.” You forgot that to the public, you and Yoongi met on the set of Possible. You forgot that you were never an ARMY – Yoongi wouldn’t date a fan.

“She gives me weird vibes, I dunno. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod. “I just want a few minutes without having to worry.” You’re both still standing awkwardly by the door, and you nod at the couch. “Wanna sit down? We can go back to the dance floor once we’ve caught our breath.”

“Sure. Hey, I never mentioned it earlier and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but that outfit looks really great on you.”

You laugh. Maybe the night doesn’t have to be a waste after all.

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“Suga-bear~” Seoyeon coos. “Buy me a drink?” “Get your own,” Yoongi growls, tugging his arm out of her grasp. He forgot the group had a VIP room at Club Xyon; what were they doing in it?

Spread around the dancefloor, he sees Jungkook and Jimin having one of their famous dance battles; Taehyung is dancing in the front, vibing with the smitten DJ. Jin and Namjoon are sitting in a booth, surrounded by gorgeous idols.

And Hoseok is with him. Y/n and Wonho are alone.

Seoyeon is still whining. “But Suga, I want you to get it for me!”

Ugh. “Fine, what do you want?”

“Anything. Make it strong.”

Yoongi locks eyes with Hoseok, making sure he knows to keep an eye on Seoyeon, before heading to the bar.

“Suga!” The pretty mixologist grins broadly at his approach. “I’m a big fan! What can I get for you?”

Yoongi nods. “Thanks. Can I get some sparkling water with vodka on the rim and – I don’t know, something strong? Whatever you want to make, but with an extra shot.”

She nods, and sets about making the drinks. As he’s waiting, Yoongi’s phone buzzes with a text:

D-man: eyo Gloss [11:13]

D-man: got some shit for u [11:14]

Yoongi: Please tell me it’s good [11:14]

D-man: u don’t pay me for good u pay me for results [11:15]

D-man: anyway idk about good, but it’s something? [11:15]

D-man: seems weird tho [11:16]

Yoongi: What do you mean? [11:17]

D-man: hang on there’s more [11:17]

D-man: lemme call u soon [11:17]

Yoongi: ???? [11:18]

“Here are your drinks – oh, no charge!” The mixologist says with a wink. “I’m never taking a cent from BTS.”

Yoongi laughs, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Call it a tip, then. I insist.”

Hoseok’s smile is strained as Seoyeon dotes on him. Yoongi wishes he could laugh at his discomfort, but Hoseok is the only one besides him and Y/n that actually knows what the girl is capable of.

“Here.” He hands Seoyeon the drink and sips from his own sparkling water. He refuses to lose his inhibitions around her.

Wonho and Y/n are alone. What if he hurts her?

Seoyeon takes a big swig. She was already drinking in the car on the way to the club, and Yoongi doesn’t understand why, with so much at stake, she can have fun.

She hurt Y/n. She has Lisa. She hurt Y/n. She has Lisa. She hurt Y/n.

What he can’t understand is why Detective Kang and the rest of the police department aren’t investigating Seoyeon. Y/n did turn Lisa’s laptop over, right? Seoyeon’s photo was there, open on her desktop. Maybe they knew each other for unrelated reasons? But D would have told him.

Argh. This night wasn’t supposed to be such a mess. And what is Y/n doing?

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“You’re kidding!” You snort into your glass of soju, almost spilling the drink down your front. “He said that?”

“Oh yeah. So I was like, dude, I’m not gonna fight you. Right? He was a head shorter than me. He didn’t like that, so he started swinging, but he ended up hitting my buddy–”

Already buzzed and determined to forget about Yoongi, you laugh harder than you need to. “That’s crazy.”

Your phone buzzes once, twice, three times. Argh. You glance at Wonho, hoping he didn’t notice the notification, but…

“Go ahead and take it,” Wonho says, ruffling his hair. “You’re hoping it’s the contract, right?”

“Ah – yeah, sorry.” You scroll through your notifications, past more hate messages. There’ve been fewer lately. You suppose you’re becoming old news. Still, some accounts have been more persistent. A text notification catches your eye:

Hi, L/n Y/n. I’m messaging you on behalf of Mr. Park of FYP entertainment. We expect a response to the contract offer by 5:00pm Tuesday.

“What?”

Wonho looks up from his screen. “What’s up?”

“This…” you furrow your brow. “This says I’ve already received the contract. But I’m certain I haven’t!” You reload your email inbox desperately, but nothing changes. Wonho leans closer, until you can feel the heat radiating off his body. “Check your trash folder?” he suggests.

“But I haven’t deleted anything!”

“Just check.”

You sigh and click to view your recently deleted emails. There, staring at you, is an email with the subject line L/n Y/n FYP Ent. Contract of Employment 20xx.

“Oh my gosh, there it is!” You squeal, quickly moving it back to your inbox before tossing your phone aside and throwing your arms around Wonho. “Thank you so much!”

Wonho is quick to hug you back, laughing. “Of course. Glad I could help solve the mystery.”

As you gaze at Wonho, you’re filled with elation. Wonho’s easy. Unproblematic. Kind. “Wanna go back and dance?”

“Your wish, my command,” he replies with a wink. As you stand from the couch, Wonho steals a last glance at his phone- and does a double take. “Yo, what?”

“Wassup?”

“Ah, nothing. Just some stupid gossip about, er, Yoongi’s new girlfriend.”

Something burns in your throat. “Anything interesting?”

“Nah. Some people are saying that ‘cause her dad’s a cop, Yoongi must’ve committed a crime and her dad is letting him off if he dates Seoyeon.” Wonho chuckles. “The things people invent when they’ve got too much time on their hands.”

“What do you mean, her dad is a cop?”

He shrugs. “Detective, I guess. Same difference, and somehow I doubt Yoongi’s a felon. So! Are we gonna go dance?”

Kang Seoyeon.

“Yeah,” you reply, suddenly breathless. “Let’s dance.”

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“I love this song!” Seoyeon squeals, waving her arms in the air. Yoongi, sipping his sparkling water, is doing his best to ignore her, while Hoseok is amusing himself with Seoyeon’s antics.

Yoongi wishes he could relax and enjoy himself, but with Y/n’s would-be killer and most certainly Lisa’s kidnapper now throwing it back to HyunA, and with D having something for him, Yoongi can’t do anything but stare around tensely. Suddenly, he notices Y/n and Wonho rejoining everyone on the dance floor. They’re laughing shoulder-to-shoulder. He feels a bolt of jealousy strike him like lightning, so fierce that he can barely breathe.

“Suga bear!” Seoyeon shouts, slurring her words slightly. She’s already finished her drink and is halfway through another. “You love me, right?”

Fucking hell. “No,” Yoongi replies, his voice flat. Behind Seoyeon, Yoongi can see Hoseok slap a hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

Seoyeon’s eyes fill with tears. “B-but you have to love me! I worked so hard, Suga! I did it all for you! You have to love me!”

Worked so hard? She had stalked him, tried to kill Y/n, and kidnapped Lisa. “Did all what for me?” Yoongi snarls. “You little –”

Bzzt. Bzzt. D is calling him.

Yoongi stares from his phone to Seoyeon to Y/n and Wonho across the dance floor. Shit. “Hoseok, keep an eye on her, okay?”

Hoseok salutes dramatically. “Yessir!”

With that, Yoongi snakes away from the crowd, eventually finding a less populated corner that gives him a perfect view of Y/n and Wonho having a great time. Wait… is it his imagination, or does Y/n look-

“Gloss! Yo, my guy!”

Yoongi tapped his foot impatiently. “C’mon, what’ve you got?”

“Jeez, gimme a sec! Okay, so. Remember how that photo of you and Y/n was going around?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, so it came from, like, one of the red-haired chick’s backup accounts.”

“D, you fuckin’ told me this shit already, man.”

“I’m getting there! Stardom’s making you annoying, come back to Daegu.”

Yoongi snorts. “Keep talking.”

“So, you asked if Lisa had any side socials that weren’t under her name, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Well, I did a bit of digging – I charge extra for all the thirst tweets I had to look at, by the way – and I found that the fan account Seoyeon posted on has a very interesting username… one that corresponds pretty damn well to one her mutuals.” D took a deep breath. “Seoyeon’s account was called ‘@capkookies_btsbff’, and her mutual’s account is @captainkookie21. Remember how she kept talking about someone named Cap? Sooo I looked at that account, poking around, yknow? First thing: This was a total BTS fan account till, like, a few months ago. But after that? Gloss, this is some of the worst hate I’ve seen in a hot sec.”

“Whaddya mean, hate?”

“Hate towards your girl, bro! All sorts of bullshit, creepy stuff. Now, the IP address – which I took the liberty of finding, you’re welcome – tells me they’re in Seoul. The more interesting thing is that the address changed, and only a little over a month ago.”

“How can that change? I thought IPs were tied to devices.”

“They totally are! But socials aren’t. So this person was using one device, up until a month ago, and then switched.”

“They got a new phone?”

“Maybe. Or maybe they were trying to hide their location and were forced to use a new device.”

Yoongi’s forehead wrinkled. “Wha…”

He could hear D sigh over the phone. “Dude! Don’t you get it? Before they switched devices, this account was linked to Lisa’s phone!”

Yoongi’s jaw goes slack. That night at Seoyeon’s house… “Cap said you’d come to me. We’re meant to be.”

~~~

“W-Where’s Suuuu-ga?” Seoyeon whines, clutching at Hoseok’s arm. She finished the rest of her glass and is now clearly well on her way to drunk.

“He’ll be back soon,” Hoseok replies, trying to blend his movement in with the heavy bass so that he and Seoyeon don’t stand out too much.

“All I did was love him,” Seoyeon says now, her eyes wide and doe-like.

Hoseok makes a face. “You stalked him.”

Shaking her head vehemently, Seoyeon takes another pull of her drink. “Nuh-uh. I never did.”

Hoseok purses his lips. She’s clearly willing to let slip information, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. “You followed him to that hospital, and that lamppost. That’s called stalking.”

“Nooooooo I di-hic-didn’t,” Seoyeon warbles, swaying. Hoseok catches her and props her up, brows knit. Is she okay? Of course, Hoseok was the last to claim a title for holding one’s liquor, but Seoyeon seems insistent on getting wasted.

“I was just –” Seoyeon hiccups and giggles to herself. “Captain’s orders!”

“Orders?”

“Oops!” Seoyeon claps a hand over her mouth, stumbling backwards and bumping into an actress Heoseok recognizes from his favorite drama. “Nothingggg.”

This could be interesting. Hoseok plucks the glass from her hand, holding it away as she reaches for it. “Ah-ah-ah. I’ll give it back once you tell me what you meant.”

Seoyeon laughs, the sound going from a cute drunk giggle to something more intense, more concerning. “C-caaan’t~ Cap said I had to keep quiet.”

“Just tell me why you said you weren’t stalking Yoongi. You were following him, right? How else could you have found him at the hospital? And that lamppost?”

Seyeon sticks her tongue out. “Not telling!”

Is this really the same girl who shoved Y/n into a river and kidnapped Lisa under everyone’s noses?

Hoseok pauses and thinks. “Yoongi hasn’t kissed you, has he?”

Almost immediately, Seoyeon’s eyes well up with tears once more. “No! He never even touches me!”

“You know, I bet if you told me everything, he’d be really grateful.” Hoseok leans forward conspiratorially, barely able to hear himself over the music and shouts on the dance floor. “I’m sure he’d love you then.”

Seoyeon lets out a squeal that sounds practically inhuman. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Hoseok swallows down his guilt with the reassurance that he’s doing this for Y/n and Yoongi’s sakes. “So what were you doing at the hospital?”

Seoyeon stops and thinks hard, her face serious for the first time all night. “You really think he’ll love me? He won’t be mad?”

“Of course.”

Suddenly, Seoyeon shoots forward and snatches her glass away from Hoseok, downing the rest of the drink before he can blink. “I just wanted to be with him,” she says, wiping a droplet from her lips. “But I wasn’t following him. Cap said that she was at the hospital.” Seoyeon’s eyes turn dark, furious, the change so severe that Hoseok flinches. “Cap said she wanted to take Suga away from me. So I waited outside the hospital with my friends. Suga doesn’t belong to her!” Placing her glass on a nearby table, Seoyeon tugs at Hoseok’s sleeve desperately. “He belongs to me! To us, to ARMYs!”

Goosebumps erupt along Hoseok’s arms. Fans like this have always terrified him. To claim ownership of a person just because they were an idol… “And the lamppost? You didn’t follow Y/n, did you?”

Seoyeon blinks heavily. “I didn’t seeeee her after she fell into the river. Cap just told me where to go, and when I saw them hugging, I wanted to kill Y/n.” She smiles sweetly as though her words were nothing but innocent.

Hoseok can feel his stomach roil. “Why did you do all this?”

“Duh!” Seoyeon sweeps her arm around, gesturing at the club. “Cap’s friends with BTS! I was promised that Cap could set me up with Suga. And – hic – it worked.”

“We’re not friends. What?” Is this person someone the group knows? But Hoseok can’t think of many people the members of Bangtan are all friends with, except Y/n. No, surely…? She wouldn’t do that to herself.

It’s getting her a lot of publicity, a tiny voice in Hoseok’s head reminds him.

“W-What do you mean?” Seoyeon asks, a pout forming on her lips. “‘Course you are. After all, she has a video of Jimin saying her name.”

Hoseok’s heart is hammering in his chest. Y/n does love to tease Jimin. “At a fansign?” It would make sense, at least.

“Noooo~” Seoyeon says in a slurred singsong voice. “In your apartment.” She giggles, covering her mouth. “I recognized it from your lives!”

Hoseok’s own mouth goes dry. Had Y/n been manipulating his friend this whole time? “Oh.”

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votederpycausemufins · 4 years ago

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helleborusangel where hath your ramblings gone. your ramblings my beloved. Sorry for the late chapter today, had a dip in motivation and then tech issues, but it’s longer than last one so hopefully that makes up for it. also pinging @petrichormeraki like always.

(also slightly warning, uh... how do i say this? it’s not explicit or really sexual so... horniness warning? idk. it’s near the end)

They had done their best to help Grum out, but when they turned him back on, he still was out of it. At the very least, Fundy had been glad to see that a face that matched Jrum’s, but blue, replaced the smiley face. Well, that wasn’t all true. Sometimes it flickered back, but that was better than staying looking like Dream’s mask.

Speaking of the admin, he had sent a message to Fundy, leaving the fox looking around, trying to learn where Dream had been hiding, because he obviously saw or heard what had been going on. Fundy reluctantly said goodbye to the bots, leaving them alone with each other.

Jrum was happy to hug onto his brother. “I’m glad you’re doing better!”

Grum nodded before looking at the top of Jrum’s head. “May I have your shears? I assume you still have them with you.”

“Yeah! Sure!” Jrum pulled his favorite shears out and handed them to his brother. His smile turned to confusion as he was pushed down slightly to make him crouch. He could hear the shears being used, and then a sudden sharp pain before it disappeared. “Ow! Be careful!”

“Did I manage to cut your antenna as well?”

“Yeah! It hurt!”

“I apologize, but something was tied around it.” Grum replied, letting Jrum stand up again before holding out a small red vine.

“Oh! One of those pretty plants! It must have gotten up there when I was exploring that cave.” Jrum took the vine and looked it over. “I think I can still pot it with the other sprouts I have.”

“You… have more?”

“Yep!” Jrum replied before going over to a furnace and throwing his clay in to cook. “It kinda looks like nether plants, but at the same time not? It’s slightly more redstony colored!”

“I suppose that is why you would be a fan of it.”

Jrum paused. What did Grum mean by that? It… It almost sounded like an insult. “What?”

“Redstone isn’t very useful.”

“Not that- What are you talking about?! We’re made of redstone and it’s Daddy’s job to work with it! It’s very useful!”

“”It takes too much time and it’s easy to break. Besides, what are you going to do? Make a secret door with it? People can still break through it.”

Jrum frowned. “Don’t say that!”

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

“No it’s not! Shut up! Or I could just make it so you can’t charge yourself!”

“Fine, live in an unfinished house by yourself. I’m sure you’ll be so safe with your diamonds. It’s not like anyone will want those for themselves.”

“I… They won’t be able to take them. I kept them when we respawned unlike most of my stuff. So even if they kill me, they can’t get them!”

“And so what? You’ll just keep them there? I thought you only had five slots in that chest of yours. What happens when you have something more important, or they’re out and you’re using them.” Grum asked, noticing how one of Jrum’s hands moved slightly. “Or are you fine losing that stupid toy of yours?”

“Don’t say that!” Jrum yelled and shoved his brother over. “It’s not stupid! Dad gave it to me and that makes it important!”

“If its connection to him is so important, he’s the one important. But let’s see, he’s not here. We’ve been here days and he hasn’t shown up. At this point, he probably won’t. And you know why?” Jrum refused to answer or guess, so Grum continued. “Because he doesn’t love us. He’s perfectly fine abandoning us. We’re not even the first one he’s done this too. He. Does. Not. Care.”

Jrum started tearing up before running off crying. Grum didn’t go after his brother and instead went back to work on the house, leaving Jrum on his own again. The younger robot was planning to go back to Puffy, but on the way there, he changed his mind. He changed his path and eventually ended up in the cave again. He nearly tripped over a large vine on the floor, but it was almost like it moved slightly so he didn’t.

The robot went a bit deeper into the cave than he had when he first found it, following the vines on the ground until he reached the mass that the plants were coming from, the red, egg shaped plant towering over Jrum’s small size. It ever so slightly reminded Jrum of the heart of his daddy’s base. That thing was a sort of living machine as well, and he kept forgetting to feed it. He barely cared about it. And now that he and Grum were gone as far as their dads were concerned, it honestly made sense they wouldn’t come looking.

Jrum sat down next to the egg thing and curled up. He looked around and made sure no one was around before pulling out his special diamond block and hugging it. “I wanna go home…” and then he slowly went into sleep mode.

As Grum worked on building, he shut off a number of his functions, the most prominent one being his emotions. He had hurt his brother, but it was necessary. Something was wrong, and he didn’t know what. He didn’t want to hurt his brother, but he did so it couldn’t be worse. For all he knew, he could suddenly start attacking his brother. Even if this did lead to them on opposites sides of conflict, it would be for the better.

Grum paused in his building to check his battery. It was high, but not that close to full charge, which was odd. It currently felt like he was tired and needed to move to a reduced power mode, but also like he was fully charged and slightly buzzy with the energy.

Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: JoeHills. Assigned roles: Hermittown member, Acknowledged associate family, Operator, Higher Being of Unknown Origin. Banned roles: Hermittown member. Acknowledged associate family. Continue blacklist.

Blacklist check activated. Increase displacement by 2%. Displacing. Displacement complete. Displacement at 41.5% total.

Grum shook his head after realizing he was zoning out. Maybe he should go into sleep mode. The second floor was almost complete at this point. Once it was done, the place just needed to be decorated. The robot hopped down to the ground off the partially built roof, ignoring the damage he took, then went inside. He put the blocks away in a nearby chest, making sure it was organized and hopefully wouldn’t lead to a chest monster. Once everything was stored, Grum hopped onto his bed and started to shift to sleep mode.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been in sleep mode exactly, but Grum knew it wasn’t long when something woke him up. Specifically from someone coming inside the house. “What, back so soon? Let me guess, you’re low on charge again.”

“I don't really have that.” A voice that wasn’t Jrum’s spoke up and Grum sat up to see Dream.

“I apologize. My brother and I got into a fight.” The robot said, flopping back down

There was a short moment of silence and Grum could imagine the admin shrugging. “It’s fine. Not many people get along all the time here.” Part of Grum wanted to doubt this guy. There was always something off about him, but at the same time… “I see your place is almost done.”

“Yes it is.”

Grum could imagine a nod. “It’s impressive. You only started two days ago and it’s already almost done even at this size.”

Two days ago? That didn’t sound right. He had started… today? But then how had he…? : ) No, that’s right, two days ago. “Can I ask why you’re visiting?”

“Well, you and your brother showing up is pretty interesting. And even though we have people of all kinds here, no one’s a robot.”

“Well now my brother and I are here and we are.” Grum replied, finally sitting back up, knowing the conversation wasn’t ending anytime soon.

“Yeah. Makes me wonder how much we can figure out from you two. Like there’s one thing I figured out which is pretty interesting.”

“What’s that?”

“Hmm… you know I think it’s actually two.”

Grum rolled his eyes. “Yes, and those would be?”

“The first is you can’t remember the last few minutes before you crashed.” Dream said, leaning in the doorway as if what he said was something simple like ‘I saw a cloud’ or ‘it’s almost night time’. It stunned Grum and made him take a moment in processing it. He had trouble remembering before crashes? How did the admin know that? Had he seen it happen? I mean, he would have-

“The second is for some reason you tend to crash when that one person Fundy knows gets mentioned. I think his name is… Iskall?”

For a moment, Grum could almost hear the grin of the admin, before everything went magenta, then black.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been in sleep mode exactly, but Grum didn’t think it had been that long when something woke him back up. Specifically from someone coming inside the house. “What, back so soon? Let me guess, you’re low on charge again.”

“Uh, yeah he is.” An unfamiliar voice spoke.

Jrum was slightly jostled from sleep mode when something moved him. He wanted to get up and move to see what it was, but the 12% battery he had left didn’t really give him much cause to try. Instead he just shifted slightly to tell whatever was disturbing him that he had woken up.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not planning to hurt you.” A voice spoke, and they sounded really nice, so Jrum was pretty sure they were telling the truth. “You look a little tired. I don’t have a bed with me, but maybe some food will help?”

Jrum half comprehended the apple that was moved into his vision. He knew it was red and that it was supposed to feed him, so he weakly grabbed it and smacked it against his monitor screen. When he wasn’t able to eat it, Jrum whined, and a moment later the apple was taken back. “I guess no food then. Let’s find you a bed instead. My place is right nearby, so we can use that!”

“B-b-battery.” Jrum stuttered out, clinging to the fabric of whatever this person was wearing. His power conservation was making it hard to talk, but he was trying his best. “N-need ch-charge.”

“Argh! And it’s not a thunderstorm. What are we supposed to do instead?”

“H-house. Ch-charger.”

“Okay, where’s that?”

Jrum didn’t try answering verbally and just sort of tilted his head so the screen could be seen, displaying coordinates on it. He heard the person repeat it a few times before he darkened the screen again to conserve power.

He could feel the slight bounce from being in the person’s arms as they walked, and while at first it was a little jarring to him, it slowly felt more and more like it was being rocked. He kept expecting feathers to gently brush against him as his dad held him, but it didn’t come. He just fell back asleep.

His brother yelling at him unfortunately woke him back up and Jrum was clinging to his dad again. Grum was scolded, and Jrum realized it wasn’t his dad. He could feel himself being set on a bed and some fumbling around. “Where do I plug this thing in?” Jrum held out his hand and was given the charger cord before plugging it into his port, glad to be charging now that he was all the way down to 4%.

“You should really build yourself one.”

Jrum didn’t respond, just charging, but the person replied for him. “Can’t you share? I mean you both live here.”

“I’d rather we not. He’ll just taint it with redstone everywhere or those little plants of his.”

That was enough for Jrum to respond. “Uggggh! Shut up and let me charge!”

“You’re the one in my house.”

“It’s our house!”

“Our house? I’m the one who built it. You didn’t even make that whole charger yourself, you got my help as well as Sam’s.”

“Well I need the charger just as much as you!” Jrum yelled, sitting up, and immediately regretting doing that as it felt like his head was spinning. “Stop being so selfish!”

“Oh shut the fuck up!”

“Hey! Language! And don’t talk to your brother like that!” The person said. Jrum was glad they said something, because Jrum just started crying again. Tommy… he cursed a lot. Doc also did plenty. Ren wasn’t quite as bad, but often you could catch him catching himself. Jrum had heard Xisuma throw a few curses out here and there, and even though his dads tried their best, because he was around them so much, Jrum had heard them curse. But this was different.

He had never heard- okay that wasn’t true. Grum had cursed a few small times, but usually it was something small and when he was more upset at a mistake he made. But this? Grum yelling at him? That had never happened before. Plus, sure Grum tended to be the slightly more mature of them, trying to talk properly and ended up seeming much more robotic, but Jrum knew his brother could be playful and kind too. But recently he had seemed so cold and upset. It was like Jrum didn’t even know his brother.

As Jrum was hugged by the person who had been helping him, neither of them knew what was going on in Grum’s mind as he came to the same thought. It was if he didn’t even know himself.

“Oi! Stop being such a fucking bitch!” Tommy yelled as he flinched away from another piece of TNT Grifter had placed and Tommy had almost run into. “I still don’t know if I’ll fucking respawn!”

“I said you will!” Grifter said, holding back evil giggles.

Tommy grumbled before taking another stick from his inventory and chucking it at the explosive material after walking a few more blocks. The moment the stick touched it, the TNT exploded, leaving a hole behind.

“I still don’t understand why the fuck we’re here and not back in Helscraft. I thought you wanted to see your boyfriend.”

“He's not my boyfriend, he’s my husband.” Grifter corrected. “And I said there’s something we need to pick up first.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, but continued to follow the hels avian since he didn’t want to get stranded here. “So, you’re also an avian like Grian.”

“Yes I am.” Grifter responded along with a flutter of his wings. “And?”

“Well it’s prettt fucking obvious Grian’s a parrot. I know my Phil’s a crow. The Phil here looked basically the same, but if it’s something else maybe a raven? I heard they have really similar wings. But what are yours?”

“Magpie. And yeah, dad’s a raven.”

“Cool, cool.” Tommy nodded, trying to think of something else to ask. “Uh, what exactly are we after?”

“Aww, don’t you want it to be a surprise?”

“Fuck no. For all I know it’s some trap to try and kill me.”

“I would never!” Grifter said sarcastically. “It’s just something I’m sure Sense wants to see just as much as me. I put them here just before getting trapped and made sure you couldn’t get them again without going to the right coordinations.”

“And how much further do we still need to go?”

“Not much. I could have been there ages ago if I wasn’t dragging you along.”

“You’re the one who kept putting down TNT!”

Grifter responded to that comment by placing down another piece of the explosive, Tommy running into it this time and it lighting, the teen desperately running away before it actually exploded.

“You bird bitch!”

“Oh shut up, we’re here.”

Tommy looked around and saw nothing. “And what’s here?”

Grifter didn’t answer, just smiled as the ground shifted and part of it started to rise from the ground, slowly shifting into an elongated spiral. Tommy watched as the material shifted into bedrock and then magic emanated from it with green particles. Grifter went over and reached a hand in, then a second, and the. He put his whole head in as he continued to look for whatever was on the other side of… Tommy was pretty sure it was a portal.

“THEY’RE AWAKE!” Grifter shouted at the top of his lungs when he pulled his head out again, scaring Tommy and making him fall over in panic.

“Man, what the fuck, don’t do shit like that!”

Grifter didn’t answer, just went back into the portal, this going through time all the way up to his hips. He was short enough his legs were just left flailing around as he tried to reach something on the other end. An arm started to come back and Tommy was surprised it was dragging something along. “What the fuck. Is that Jrumbot?!”

Grifter came back dragging along what looked to be Grumbot. “Oh? They exist in your world? That helps explain it. But no, these are Sefter and… did we ever give the second one a name?”

“You and your version of Mumbo built these?”

“No, not really.”

“Then did you find them somewhere or some shit.”

Tommy regretted asking when Grifter looked at him with a smirk. “You see, when two people love each other a lot, they end up taking all their clothes off and-”

“Don’t you fucking continue with that! And how do you even make something like that when you two are not that?! Wait, never mind. My brother had a fox with a fish.”

“Huh, not adopted then? Good to know. But yeah, I’m sure you’ve heard the parrots and the bats before. And these two came out of one very wonderful night-” “I said don’t talk about it!” “-though they didn’t seem right and so we tried checking them out, but nothing. Then I sort of got a bounty on my head and I hid them away here!”

“So you just had versions of Grum and Jrum before they were built?!”

“Uh, I suppose so. It’s a shame they had to build them and not-“

“Can you please fucking stop and just get us to Helscraft.”

“Of course! I’m sure the kids will love to see their papa.”

“I would ask another question, but I think I know the answer.”

“I can tell you’re right.” Grifter smirked before taking them to Helscraft. “Oh Evil X! Guess who’s back in town!” There was no answer and he pouted. “Hello? Where’s the fun of showing up if no one is here to freak out?”

“Uh, going to see the person you came to visit? Tommy suggested.

“Well yeah, but I don’t know where he is while you do.” Grifter crossed his arms before looking up at the sky. A few moments later, the reddish purplish hue of the shy shifted into the same color of an ender pearl, maybe a bit brighter. “There, that should let people know I’m here. Now where’s Sense?”

“Uh… we go through the portal on the main island, follow a path with blue clouds until we get to NPG’s place. We pick up something to let us breathe, and then you go right.”

“You go… right? Like is that east? West? North or south?”

Tommy shrugged. “Dunno. It’s just right.”

“Alright fine, just show me where we’re going before everyone shows up to try and trap me again. Come on boys!” Grifter called to the two robots who had been running around who quickly came back over to him. “And maybe on the way I can think of a name for you.” Grifter booped where a nose would be on the hels version of Jrum.

As Tommy guided them, Grifter spent the time brainstorming ideas for names while ignoring all the mobs that were trying to kill them. Tommy did his best to fight off the monsters, but he still didn’t have much gear, still only having what was salvaged from the one room in the prison.

“So obviously my other side and I had the same idea with names, so something based on that, but I’m not sure what would fit there. Do I just use a d as well for defter?”

Tommy shot another of the living cloud things out of the sky, wishing the thing had infinity since he was down to seven arrows. “It was actually a J, but I guess it does sound like Drum instead of Jrum sometimes.”

“Hmm, you’re right, I can sort of hear a difference. Now, I could also do something else… Where did the J come from again?”

“It was from the word junior I think.” Tommy said before needing to dodge an attack, nearly being hit by a second in the process. “You think you want to help out at all?!”

“They’re aggroed on you, not us, so it’s fine. Hmm, maybe something that’s a synonym?”

“Well if I die to these things, then they’ll be after you!”

“Ugh, fine.” Grifter rolled his eyes and summoned some gear for Tommy. “Put on the armor and use that instead of a bow. It works better and is less affected by gravity.”

Tommy took the armor and put it on before looking at the tube he had been given along with a bunch of darts. He tried firing a few of them, but he just kept missing. “I’d prefer arrows over these things!” Tommy shouted back, making the Listener get closer and use some magic on the bow, giving it infinity.

“There? Happy? Now maybe Befter for Brother? Brefter? Hmm, younger Yefter? No, that sounds stupid. I could try another name mix? But already used Sefter and while Pergrift sounds nice, that’s supposed to be our name. Maybe Grifter then Sense? Grise? Grense? Or maybe use Perfect instead and get Grifect. Oh yes! Grifect! Sefter and his little brother Grifect! Oh it’s just right!”

“Great! Now that you figured it out can you please just fucking help out and shit?!”

Grifter rolled his eyes, but did start to help, but he also gave the two helsbots some weapons to see what they could do. Grifect did okay, but Sefter seemed to take to it like a fish to water. Tommy thought it was even a little scary how well the kid was doing. But at the very least it kept them safe while traveling and they were able to move faster, arriving at NPG’s base before too long.

Grifter refused to take a single step into the place, claiming NPG was his mortal enemy or something, so Tommy was the one to go inside and find what they needed. Rifling through chests, Tommy found some wood called skyroot, and used that to make a chest and sign, dumping the stuff from the prison into it. He then put a sign on the front of the chest for NPG for whenever he got back. ‘Theseus replace me. needed gear. Srry about grifte. Tommy’.

It was a little hard to get the message out while fitting it on the sign, but Tommy hoped it would be enough. He then went over to the nearby armor stands and took armor from the stand that had a set of purple armor as well as an elytra. Based on what Tommy had seen people wearing the short time he had been there, he was pretty sure the pink armor was the equivalent to netherite here, but diamond equivalent would do fine and he didn’t want to steal good armor.

After that he went looking for tools and weapons and food. He grabbed a sword, pick, axe and the masks he came in here for in the first place. During his search, he also grabbed what seemed to be a special crossbow, some more arrows, fireworks, blocks for making bridges, and some food. Finally, just to be completely safe, not knowing how long he would be stuck with all this gear, Tommy also grabbed a wooden bucket filled with water in case of MLG jumps, and a shulker box that he emptied out into other nearby chests.

Out of all the things he was glad to grab, Tommy didn’t expect the water bucket to come in handy so soon, but when he left the base, he was greeted with Grifter putting TNT down to blow the place up. The teen rushed to each of the explosives and covered them with water before detonating them, which left Grifter upset, but at the very least he didn’t seem to try it again.

“Okay, now time to go find Sense.” Tommy spoke up, getting Grifter to stop being as angry as before. He led them on the same path NPG had taken them on the initial visit, eventually leading them to the bridge of purple clouds. Tommy showed the hels avian what he was supposed to do, but instead he just picked up one of the kids and flew them over before grabbing the other and doing the same, leaving Tommy wondering why he hadn’t just used his elytra.

From there, they walked further ahead until they saw a small house. The moment Tommy pointed at it, Grifter raced off towards it, yelling at the top of his lungs. “SEESEE!!! I’M BACK!!!” And just as he was reaching the building, Sense was coming through the door and got tackled by Grifter. Tommy was left to catch up, dragging the kids behind him, glad that this place seemed to be permanently devoid of mobs and he didn’t need to deal with any of them too.

The teen honestly didn’t know what he expected when he found the two helsmits still on the ground kissing each other. The only thing that Tommy didn’t expect at all was the green magic around them, and when Grifter finally pulled away, the teen was surprised to see the scar that had been on Sense’s neck was gone now. “Did… Did you just fucking kiss him to heal him?”

“I mean, I didn’t need to…” Grifter started.

“Oh but it was definitely the best way.” Sense finished for him, sitting up. “And are those who I think they are?”

Grifter jumped back up. “Yes! They were kept perfectly safe and now they’re even active!” He pulled the robot kids over to introduce them. “This one’s Sefter as I believe you probably remember, and now this one is named Grifect. Unless you think another name would do well.”

“No, it fits quite well.” Sense replied before pulling Grifter close to him again. “And you said they’re active? How did you manage that? Was it all those planning sessions?”

“Oh no, I’d never manage to pull off the things you could. It just seems that they showed up before they had counterparts, and now they’re working with them.”

“Ugh, must we be the alternates and not the originals?”

“For all you know, that could mean we end up like those prude mirror versions of ourselves.”

“Hmm, I would miss the mind blowing s-”

“O-Kay! Since you’re together, does this mean I can get back home now? I got you out of prison and now got you to your husband, so now it’s your turn!”

“Yeah yeah. You’re going to need to find EX because I can’t get you there without extra help.”

Tommy’s eyes widened in shock, then anger. “Are you telling me I did all of this shit for you and you can’t fucking do anything?!”

“Hey, I got you out of season four. You couldn’t have done that alone. But I’m just a Listener. If I had help from someone else like a Watcher, then maybe I could do something. EX is an admin, a hacker, is linked to Hermitcraft and that dimension from his brother and the fact that he’s not 100% biologically a hels being.”

Tommy grumbled. “Fine, but can you at least teleport me to him so I don’t have to try and find him myself?”

“No he can’t. He’s not around.” Sense spoke up. “Word went out that he’s off visiting Hermitcraft again.”

“Again? How long has he been going?”

“Since a few months ago when NPG pulled someone over. The message goes out every once and a while leaving someone else in charge. With the bastard that attacked me gone to visit family, Prof’s the one in charge.”

“He’s actually not gone for family. The bitch replaced me instead.”

Sense raised an eyebrow at that. “Is that so? My my, and that lead to Grifter getting out. Wouldn’t it be fun to him coming back and finding someone else in his place.”

“Look, I’m sure you two want plenty of time with each other to do evil and gross things, but unless you can figure something out, I’m gonna bother you two until you fucking do something!”

Grifter rolled his eyes before pulling away from Sense. “Alright fine you little shit. We’ll figure something out. And if we can’t, then we can kill you instead.”

Tommy started backing up. “Uh, did I say bother you two, I meant, I’ll ask politely every once and a while. I’m sure that sounds good, right?”

“No no, Gri’s got a point.” Sense smiled. “With you gone you’ll be gone from Hermitcraft for good, and when that happens, well, the same thing will happen to Theseus. Making sure he can’t try anything more.”

“Aww, c’mon. Maybe since he’s there and I’m here, it won’t work?” Tommy asked in a somewhat pleading tone. “Please don’t kill me.”

Grifter pulled out a piece of TNT, ready to use it on Tommy, when Grifect tugged on his tunic shirt. “Aww, what do you want sweetie? Do you want to have fun with him first?”

“Wouwdn’t uwu wanna huwt the pewson who huwt papa fiwst instead of him?”

Tommy was very conflicted by that. On one hand, it looked like this kid was going to save his life. On the other, did they really need to do it by dealing him who knows how many points of psychic damage? “Uh, yeah, listen to the kid.” ‘Either to make you change your mind or make your ears bleed.’ He continued in his mind.

“Aww, my little pumpkin is already talking!” Grifter cooed, and the second option went out the window. “Well do you have any ideas on what to do?”

“Maybe hacking awnd wistenew powews wowking togethew cawn wowk!” Grifect answered and now Tommy was wondering if maybe death wouldn’t be all that bad.

“Oh my! Are you telling me you know how to hack! That is wonderful! Oh Sense it’s like the perfect family!”

“Well it’s my family, so of course it is.”

“Yes, everything with you is perfect. Perfect plans, perfect family, perfect-”

“Oh my god please just kill me so I don’t have to listen to this anymore.” Tommy groaned. Fortunately, that seemed to work because apparently he kept ‘killing the mood’ anyway. Within a few moments, Tommy felt like he was falling even though everything around his was a weird purple color. And then suddenly, his feet were on the ground and he was standing in what seemed to be a large empty building. And based on the noises coming outside, said building was in the nether.

“Ugh. Well, at least I still have the fucking gear.”

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #grumbot #jrumbot #itsfundy #dreamwastaken #still not a fan of how dream's persona eminates someone... problematic #the blood vines #badboyhalo #tommyinnit #helscraft #helsmits #hels!grian #hels!Mumbo #hels!Grumbot #hels!jrumbot

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