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whatifitis · 3 months ago

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♡ So American - FC 43 ♡

Summary: You and Franco celebrate Thanksgiving together for the first time and Franco nearly gags when he sees American Thanksgiving dishes

Author's Note: this is so ass so I’m sorry 😭 feedback is always appreciated

WC: 2296

CW: american reader 😲, fluff, thanksgiving food, wicked mentions, more overuse of song lyrics

You and Franco had been together for the better part of the year, about 7 months. Thanksgiving was coming up and, on the same weekend F1 would be racing in Qatar, not allowing Franco to be with you on Thanksgiving day, which was honestly a disappointment to the both of you. However, after moving around some plans, the two of you managed to pick a date that worked for everyone to be in your hometown to celebrate the holiday, before Franco had to go off and be a star (and an icon).

To say you were excited was an understatement. It was not only your first time having a boyfriend, but having a boyfriend during the holidays. You were excited to create new memories with Franco and show him how you celebrate the holidays in America.

Your family typically divides the work for the food every year and this time you were in charge of making the sweet potato and marshmallow dish, something you knew was gonna throw Franco into a whirl about. Your boyfriend enjoys making fun of some American dishes and you don’t mind because it’s fun and you can see how some of them are strange.

You two were in your apartment the morning of Thanksgiving dinner. You got ready for the day and decided it would be best to change into your outfit after you’ve cooked. You settled on wearing one of Franco’s shirts and a pair of his shorts for now. You then decided to head to the kitchen to prepare your dish, Franco trailing behind you like a puppy.

“You look pretty wearing my clothes.” Franco complimented.

You deadpanned to Franco with an emotionless face asking, “do I not look pretty any other time? Is this the only time I look pretty?”

Franco’s face turned red and he was panicking, “I- no, no, amor. Thats- that’s not what I-“

“I’m kidding, love. Relax, looked like you almost shit yourself then.” you laughed.

Franco took a breath of relief and just smiled at your antics, “ha ha, so funny.”

As you pulled out the ingredients you’d be needing, Franco watched in confusion.

“Amor, what- what are you making? You have sweet potatoes, marshmallows, and pecans on the table. Is it all for one dish? No, right?” he questions, cocking his head to the side.

“It is for one dish. I’m making a sweet potato casserole!” you exclaim excitedly, knowing it was one of your favorite dishes and you can only have it during Thanksgiving.

“Eugh. No, amor. No.”, you watch as Franco makes a face of disgust, “Why?”

“It’s good, baby. I promise. When it’s all baked together with the seasonings, it tastes like heaven.” you think, displaying a picture of the dish in your mind.

Franco all but side eyes to your response, “I thought I tasted like heaven…” he pouts.

“Sweet potato casserole tastes better, babe. Sorry.” you flash a toothy smile.

“Ay dios mio. Is this what I’m marrying into?” Franco jokes, dropping head into his hands.

“Ehm! I beg your finest pardon?! Where the fuck is my ring?”, wiggling your ring finger at him, “Don’t joke about marriage, bitch. Or I’ll start doing the ending riff of Defying Gravity all day long.”

“Ay no, por favor, no. As much as I love your singing, amor. I can’t listen to any songs from Wicked right now. It’s all you’ve been playing the past month! Please, anything but Wicked, anything!” Franco pleads with you.

“Fine. Your funeral though.” you say, carrying on with your cooking.

“Que?”

“Nada”

Franco is left speechless, but you carry on with your actions.

After plopping onto a chair and pouting, Franco got curious, “Amor, can you tell me what Thanksgiving is? I know you give thanks, but why?”.

“Well, in school we were taught that years ago, around this time, the pilgrims and Native Americans came together to share a meal and be peaceful with one another. They basically celebrated a successful harvest but with most of American history, there’s some lies. But Americans really don’t care about history. It’s just a day where most of us don’t have to work and an excuse to stuff our faces with food that’s really bad for us.”

“That’s….nice.”

“I can feel the judgement from here.”

“I’m not judging, just learning.” he smiles cheekily, “but in all honesty, your reality is so different from mine. In Argentina we don’t have this holiday and strange foods, but I want to learn all about your crazy American traditions if it means I get to be by your side. I go where you go.”

“I go where you got too.” you say, still blushing from his words.

“Maybe ‘I go where you go’ can be our ‘always’.”

You tried to suppress your laugh and threw a few marshmallows at his response, “You’re done. You’re done. I cannot believe you just quoted The Fault In Our Stars.”

He’s giggling to himself and it’s one of your favorite things in the world. It’s just not fair of him to be so cute and funny. If he keeps this shit up, you swore you were gonna marry him.

-=+=-

During the drive to your parents house for dinner, you and Franco listened to music. As passenger princess, Franco had control of the aux and he played a playlist he had made when you two first started dating. He knew that sharing music was sort of a love language of yours so he saved all the ones you had mentioned at times or the songs he would always find on repeat when you were around.

It was a peaceful drive, that is until No Good Deed from Wicked came on. As soon as the opening chords started, Franco knew there was no stopping you. He watched as you put on a one woman performance for him, and him only. Yes, it was from Wicked but he couldn’t lie. If you’re the one singing, he didn’t mind the constant sound.

He was also thankful it wasn’t Defying Gravity or else you would’ve been asking for a broom to hold. He also knew you would’ve fucked up your voice a bit if you attempted Cynthia Erivo’s riff.

The two of you arrived at your parents house and were warmly welcomed by the rest of your family. Though the house was already decorated in Christmas decor, the feeling of Thanksgiving was flowing through the air. Your dad already had the (American) football game

playing on the tv, calling Franco over to once again try and convert him into a fan.

You watched as your boyfriend was practically dragged away from you, laughing as he mouthed the words ‘help me’. Your dad adored Franco and your Franco loved hanging with your dad. As they went on to do their antics, you walked to the kitchen, setting down the dish you had prepared and began to help your mom finish up some cooking.

“So,” your mom starts, “how are you and Franco?”

You couldn’t help but smile, you’re glad she brought him up first because you can never have a conversation if it’s not about him.

“We’re good. When he found out that he was able to make it to dinner, he was so excited. He’d immediately asked me a million questions on whether he should bring something or not as a gift. But I told him to not worry about it, there’s enough food and drinks so we didn’t need anything.”

“He’s a sweet boy. I’m glad you found him, he’s brought back a light in you that I haven’t seen in a long time.”

You looked up at your mom and almost burst into tears. You didn’t know that color was coming back to you. Before any tears spilled, Franco walked into the kitchen and went straight to you. When you were close enough, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and kissing your hair.

“Do you guys need any help?” he’d asked you guys.

“I don’t think we need any help here but you know what I need help with?” you aunt asks, raising a cheeky eyebrow at Franco, “I need help dancing to this song.”

You watched as your aunt grabbed Franco's hand and pulled him away from you to dance with him. The two danced and swayed to the music as the rest of you laughed and cheered them on. You’re glad your family gets along with Franco well.

Music, laughter, and chatter filled the air, along with the savory and sweet smells of the food that was almost ready to eat. Once everything was cooked, your mother, aunt, and yourself began to set the table with the silverware and make the table look as beautiful as can be. As if they could sense that everything was ready, Franco, your father, uncles, aunts and cousins joined you at the table.

As each of you began to take your seats, Franco was almost split in half. Everyone wanted to be seated next to him. You were all for sharing but Franco was yours. As long as you got to sit on one side of Franco, no heads would roll and peace would prosper.

In the end, one of your cousins ended up sitting on the other side of Franco, ready to bombard the poor boy with questions about racing and F1.

Before digging into the food, everyone had to give thanks and say what they were grateful for. Most of your family said the typical stuff like thankful for having a happy, loving family and having a roof over their head. That was until it was your cousin’s turn…

“This year, I’m grateful that Logan was dropped from Williams and that Franco was able to have that seat. My best buddy is a F1 driver now. But R.I.P. Logan, my American king. Also R.I.P. Sebastian Vettel, you would’ve loved Franco. Anyways, who's next?” your cousin clapped his hands, looking around the table.

Crickets could be heard from the silence.

Franco, thankfully, moved the conversation forward and said his thanks. “Well, ehm. I think I have a lot to be thankful for this year. I’m thankful for my opportunity to drive in F1, and even though I don’t know where I’ll be next year, I’m still happy I got this chance. I’m also super grateful for y/n. We only met this year but she’s still amazing and has been there for me through a lot. And I’m also grateful for having been invited to join you guys today and that you guys are so cool and welcoming, so thank you.”

Everyone basically awed at Franco and his little speech. Meanwhile you were on the verge of tears. You’d never known love like this and you couldn’t believe he chose you. He was like a poem that you wished you’d written.

After some deep breaths from you, everyone began to dig into the food, well, everyone except for Franco. The boy was absolutely lost, he didn’t know what half the stuff was and he wasn’t sure how to go about anything. You took it upon yourself to start his plate for him so that he could familiarize himself with some of the foods and not get overwhelmed.

When you set his plate down in front of him again, he looked at the plate confused and then turned to you, silently asking you to tell him what everything was.

“You’ve got some ham, sweet potato casserole, green beans, and mashed potatoes to start. I know you like all those even if you haven’t tried some yet. From here you can work your way around the dishes on the table.” you smile.

“Gracias, amor. I really am grateful for you and all that you do.”

“Tell me, lover. How grateful are you?” you cheekily ask.

With a wink, Franco replies, “I’ll show you after dinner.”

-=+=-

“The only thing I will be showing you if anything is my shit because I am so full.” Franco tells you as he settles himself on the couch.

The whole family had wrapped up dinner and finished off the night with some dessert. Now some of the family were chatting over some drinks to end the night.

“Please don’t.” you tell Franco.

“Ok, I wasn’t actually planning on showing you my shit. Ay dios.” states as he rolls his head to rest on the back of the couch.

You take a seat next to Franco, resting your head on his shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapping around you. His other arm reached for your hands and held them close. You swore his hands were so warm that they made hell seem cold.

You really were grateful for him. The two of you had been through some tough times so early into your relationship. There were times where you wondered if it was meant to be and if it would all work out. You’d even tried to push him away at some point, believing his life would be easier if you weren’t there to drag him down. But he stayed. There have been moments where you’ve been mean to him, times where you were so depressed that you would stay in bed all day and didn’t move. Days where you didn’t respond to his texts or calls because you couldn’t. But despite all that, he’s still here.

You’ve burned so many bridges in your life. You’ve made the same mistakes over and over but now you know you did one thing right. You love Franco with everything you have and he’s the person you trust the most. He knows you better than you know yourself most of the time. Even when you lose your mind, he’s still yours.

#f1 fanfiction #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #franco colapinto x reader #franco colapinto x you #franco colapinto imagine #franco colapinto fanfic #franco colapinto fluff

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rainychaoloveshack · 7 months ago

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hiiii i stumbled across ur blog like a couple days ago and. ive been so obsessed with all ur posts theyre so yummy!!! (ESPECIALLY UR BOOM??? ik u mentioned u werent all that familar with him but,,, that one oneshot had me salivating oml)

anyways could i maybe ask for a sonic x reader where they give him a bath bc he's stinky 🤧 just modern/game is fine smile

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

sonic had a nice adventure outside. unfortunately, remnants of said adventure were brought into your home. its bath time.

⋆°•☁︎ content . sonic x gn!reader, fluff, sort of shitpost-esque writing but i still did take it seriously i swear anon

☂︎ wc. 1.1k ☂︎ a/n. hueheh this request had me giggling. silly dirty ass mf 😭😭😭 i was messing around during it huehehe this is your reminder to not take me too seriously sometimes 😋still pretty short but i hope you like it ^^ def not my best work but i hope you like it regardless ^^'

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!! (i like chatting to you guys!)

“You know I can take a simple bath by myself, right?” Sonic growls, watching you kneel down and check the water's temperature for him with your forefinger. Not too hot, not too cold. “Plus, I already took a shower. The dirt’s gone already. No need for a bath, right?” Now why is he acting like that bathtub is going to kill him?

“Could’ve gotten it all out if you hadn’t pulled me out the shower.” He mutters. “If you had wanted me to take a bath at all, you should’ve said that bef-” You frown, interrupting his rambling by knocking on the side of the bathtub with your fingers in a way that’s telling him to hurry up and get in. You can still smell the mud on him.

And it’s not bad to take precautions. Plus, if the shower didn’t get every single spec of dirt out of his quills, the bath will. Having even one spec of dirt come back inside the house after Sonic’s grand entrance of mud-filled footsteps, and right after you had to clean said mess, might just make you go crazy.

“I already said I was sorry...” He trails off, peering into the tub before taking a step back. You mutter a short curse his way and tug him by his arm, refusing to take no for an answer.

Sonic winces slightly at the volume of the water in the tub but lets out a sigh once he sees your stern expression. “Oh, alright…” He grumbles, spitting out soft curses about his distaste for water as he slips off his gloves, following with his socks right after.

… Paw-beans.

“Hmm?” Sonic’s ear flicks at your small murmuring, turning your way just as he’s about to step into the bath. “You say something?”

You shake your head, trying to make him forget your small slip-up, and urge him into the tub with a small shove. The moment his foot enters the water, you can visibly see a shiver tremble through his body.

“Eugh.” Despite his little complaints, he takes another step in the bubbly water, slowly settling himself into it with unpleasant grumbling, the water reaching up to his chin. “Make it fast. Being submerged in water for too long makes me uneasy…”

Like him? Make it as fast as ‘Sonic speed’, some might say?

His head snaps in your direction, opening his mouth to say something back to your crude teasing, but it closes instantly as you cup water into your hands and pour it over his head, watching it run off his quills and back into the bath.

That shut him up quickly.

And so it begins.

The water runs down and seeps into his fur, then drips off once it gets too soaked, mixing with the bubbly suds already present. You rub his ear in a slow motion, cupping water up from the bath and pouring it over to get any extra dirt out. So far so surprisingly good; the baths running fairly clear, besides the small bit of dirt or so. Maybe he did get all the dirt out after all? Or maybe it was just his shoes that were the problem? No, then you wouldn’t have seen all those specs of black and brown in his fur. What, did he roll down a hill or-

“Hey, be careful with my quills!” Sonic’s body flinches as you accidentally prod and pull too deeply during your thoughts. “Can’t you be a little more gentle? The bath’s been clear for the past half hour.” He clarifies. “At this point, I’m not sure if you’re still trying to get any dirt out, or if you just like pampering me.”

Oh. Well damn.

Your hand lowers from his head, and it dawns upon you that yes, for once Sonic is actually right about your behavior, and the embarrassment washes over your figure, staggering your motions as you go to unplug the drain, but he stops you with a small kick of his foot at your hand.

“I didn’t say you had to stop.” Sonic mutters, before putting on his best ‘I deserve the world’ act a spoiled child would have towards everyone else. “I’m actually enjoying the attention!” He puffs his chest out, trying to put on a smug face for you, but a splash of water in his face turns that smugness to irritation, shaking his head around like a dog would their body as water flings in every direction possible. You hold your hands up in front of your face, your soaking wet hands dripping onto your lap and the bathroom floor as you shield yourself from the blue blurs little water assault. Ugh. Looks like he’s getting a kick out of your annoyance.

“It’s not so bad.” Sonic says plainly, flexing his fingers in the water in front of him, before adjusting himself to rest his arms on the tub’s edge, resting his head down to let your preen and run your fingers through his quills, forgetting to scrub through them at all. “You know, I wouldn’t mind if you pampered me like this more often.” Sonic reaches over and drags a soggy, wet, finger across your arm, leaving small water droplets on your skin as he moves it up towards your hand, currently resting on your lap as the other one rubs against his shoulder briefly. “Think I deserve it a little, ya’ know?” He shimmies his shoulders a bit, yet his tail wags all the same under the water, eager for your answer, even if you give him a plain ‘no’.

Well, if he could be more aware of himself and clean up after his little escapades, you would. But for now, the punishment bath it is. Though, with the way he was acting at first, someone might’ve thought he was taking a small dunk in acid.

Sonic doesn’t utter a word at your own little joke, but he shakes his head disapprovingly, glaring at you for a few seconds as his eyes flick over you up and down, then he relaxes. “You’re gonna help me dry off after this too, right?” He chirps, and you shake your head, already firm in the belief that you deserve some rest after cleaning up the house. Not to mention the other house chores you’ve already done today.

“Aw man...” Sonic says softly, before growling under his breath in your direction, ears pinning down, obviously in a joking manner, and he flicks some water in your direction off his fingertips, splashing onto your shirt and lap. “You can’t just take me a bath and then chicken out once we’re almost at the finish line! Come on.” Another flick of water comes flying your way, this time hitting you in the face, and you scowl, cupping up some water in your palm to splash it back at him.

“Aw, hey, come on!” His tone of voice makes it sound like a complaint, but his expression is the complete opposite; a fat grin spreads across his muzzle and another small splash of water makes its way to you, soaking your shirt. Oh, so that's how it is?

“What? What’re you gonna do about it?”

Stupid hedgehog. Sometimes it’s a mystery how you haven’t gone crazy by now from all his antics.

… Oh well; time to fetch that towel.

#sonic x reader #sonic fluff #sonic the hedgehog x reader #thank you for your request!#sonic #not beta read

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alllgator-blood · 3 months ago

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Okay I promise my next post will be the angst comic part 4 but FIRST. THE ONE AND ONLY THING I SHIP

LITERALLY THE SECOND PERSON WHO GUESSED THE PAIRING GOT IT CORRECT??? THAT WAS FAST. This is a situation where I have to go "okay hear me out" because it makes 0 sense to anyone but me. This is really long and very dependent on my au comic nobody but me has read, but the TL;DR is:

I feel like they'd be a good pairing because shamura loves to learn but doesn't care about material goods, and mystic seller is used to all gods talking to them only BECAUSE they offer material goods. So when somebody actually wanted to know about *them* personally and what it's like to be a weird angel thing, the two established a bond. Also they're both agender and most likely asexual AND don't seem to be socially aware despite being ancient wise beings that know seemingly everything, so they understood each other like instantly.

I have a lot of sketches of them hanging out but here's a shitpost sketch thing I made AAAAAGES ago

Okay so from an in-game standpoint, mystic seller pops up to tell you how the post-game works with purgatory and all that, and introduces the purged bosses. Really ratau could've done that as the established Tutorial Guy, or even narinder but there IS the chance that you killed both of them (lol) so mystic seller is the unkillable, all-knowing angel that shows up to say "you suck at killing people. The bishops are trapped in purgatory, you know. You should probably do something about that".

But from like a CHARACTER standpoint what do they stand to gain? They're not even from your dimension so why should they care, they're just here for your god tears? From the dialogue about the bishops we can see that they don't really give a shit about any of them, EXCEPT! SHAMURA? Mystic seller doesn't feel emotions like "our kind" does but one of the only times they do, it's to say it's a shame what happened to shamura. They also say they didn't barter with them much, because they "needed little".

SO THAT HAD ME THINKING. My au comic (which is hundreds of sketched panels and the full thing will never see the light of day unless I post it unfinished. Eugh) is about shamura going around chronicling everything they witnessed during the time they were alive, and they notice everyone is like...selfish. Trying to be the last god standing. Really obsessed with trinkets and charms, so some of the gods just go around harvesting relics from the other gods and using their powers to survive a little longer. Shamura has visions of the future of siblings they don't know they have yet, so they try to be friendly with the rest of the pantheon to form a family and it always bites them in the ass, so they have to kill them.

Eventually they end up with all these fuckin god tears and they're thinking "what do I even do with these? Nobody wants them and everyone has them", and BOOM. MYSTIC SELLER JUMPSCARE. They do the whole introduction where they say they have loot in exchange for god tears, shamura just drops off the tears and is like "I don't care about trinkets, bye" and the seller is like. What Thy Fuck. Because every other god is pretty adamant on getting something good in exchange for the tears. So they call them back and ask if there's ANYTHING at all they want. And shamura, being the self-proclaimed wisdom god, just asks the seller to talk about themself for a while, who's just like okkaaayyy?? Nobody else ever asked what it's like to be a bizarre circle headed angelic creature that collects magical bits and pieces, but shamura LOVES to learn, and the two bonded that way. Shamura would bring the mystic seller god tears, the seller would tell them a story, they'd write it down to put in their archives and the conversations eventually got more personal when the stories started to run out. They both realized they don't understand how other people work, but they knew how *each other* worked so they could kinda learn how to function as normal people with each other's observations.

When I say I ship them I mostly mean like a QPP situation because I think they'd be good partners in the most autistic asexual way possible, where they don't make out sloppy style or outright say "I love you", but they have an understanding of one another that doesn't apply to anyone else really. They don't have to rely on conventional relationship stuff to know the other one cares deeply for them in the most nonverbal, oddly specific way possible. I know shamura's the smart one but I really feel like that extends to everything except understanding how people work, hence all the stuff that happened with narinder and the rest of the family. So finding someone else outside the pantheon who is quite literally inhuman, otherworldly, genderless and uninterested in Carnal Desire would definitely make them feel the closest thing to romantic love that they can. Also, since mystic seller lets the gods name them, shamura named them "sunshine" after hearing one of their followers singing that "you are my sunshine" song to the person they loved the most. I always liked how shamura has their little moon crown and the mystic seller is depicted as the sun in some of the art? They go together well is what I'm saying and I'm kinda surprised nobody has done anything of them yet.

I WILL SAY I have angst planned for them once I do the introductory comics, it has to do with how narinder's imprisonment happened literally right in front of where mystic seller sets up shop, so canonically it's safe to assume they watched shamura get lobotomized in real time :')

But for now...I must go back to kallamar angst cause I've been putting off posting this part. It gets very mentally ill very quickly so I needed to balance it out with fluff......

#river rambles #shamura #mystic seller

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slasher-cam · 1 year ago

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Hello Hello! I hope you're doing good!

Since requests are open, what about Dogday getting saved by a teenager who’s desensitized to the horrors of the factory? Like of course, they’re perturbed, but aside from initially seeing Dogday(because holy shit), the biggest reaction they’ll give is a cringe and a “eugh” or some other tame exclamation of “that’s fucked up.” Essentially just Dogday interacting with a kid who’s weirdly chill with the circumstances and tries to be silly sometimes to lighten the mood (they’re not good at being serious).

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!

Weird Kid

Request? [ yes ] [no] Notes|| Thank you for the request!! Good day/night as well, hope you enjoy xo Synopsis|| You were a child in a orphanage after you were detained from Playtime.co when you get a cryptic letter. You meet dogday who is a little more than surprised to see another kid after so long Warnings||SFW-♡,PLATONIC-❁, crack?? ASKS-✰ Word Count||381

It was already weird enough when you got a letter in the mail saying "Everyone thinks the staff dissapeared 10 years ago, Wer'e still here FIND THE FLOWER"

They couldn't even spell "disappeared" correctly..

Needless to say you were suspicious but you couldn't help yourself but to go

But no matter what horrors you discovered and monsters you fought, you forced yourself to carry on deeper and deeper

What can i say? Your child brain yearned for the mines

And boy..did you go deep...

After it took you ages to get power back to the playhouse you stumbled into the play structure and saw him

DogDay

He was chained by his wrists and spilt down his middle with only a belt keeping his innards well, In

He looked up, his eyes near lifeless until he looked at you

"You...you're Poppy's angel!..come to save us.."

"Shit,..what the hell happened to you?"

"Language angel!"

DogDay was still getting over the shock of someone finding him after so many years, much less a scrawny little 16 y/o

His eyes widen in surprise as you pick him up and strap him to your back with the belts the use to hold him by his wrists

"Are you sure I'm not to heavy angel? You should just leave me angel, I'm a lost cause."

"Eh you're only a little heavy but I've been through worse in this hellhole. Besides, no way in hell i would leave you behind. You're the first friend i made that didn't try to kill me right away"

You joke with him trying to lighten up the mood as you smile in what feel like forever

Hes totally weirded out by how calm you are staying with the situation you're in but he can't complain. I mean he activly had his legs cut off and was hung by some chains for god knows how many years.

He totally expected you to by scream and crying from being traumatized from seeing him in his current state but now he is from how calm you are

DEFINITELY weirded out by how calm and nonchalantly you are sewing on a new pair of legs to him

But its a bit comforting to have someone treat him normal than screaming in terror

NEW FRIEND UNLOCKED

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Hope you enjoyed xoxoᡣ𐭩

#poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime #smiling critters #smiling critters x reader #dogday #dogday x reader #dogday headcanons #dogday x y/n #platonic dogday x reader #teen reader #x teen reader

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icomeandg0 · 6 months ago

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“More than one” part 2!

Linked universe x reader (s) (Female)

Warnings: confusing.

A/N: I didn’t think the other post would get so much, thank you all<3

“She’s awake!”

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“An explanation is due.” Legends voice cuts through the silence earning a huff from Wild, “Can this wait until…later?”

“You can’t blame us for being curious, you did leave while we were sleeping—“

“And brought a girl with you!”

Sky and Wind chimed in, Wild wasn’t going to get a rest unless he told them, always on his arse he swears—

“Fine! I’ll tell” Wild clears his throat before sighing, “You see, she’s this girl from my era, she’s very important to me and she’s…one of the best things in my life and I plan on making sure she’s safe and by my side. Y/n L/n is her name and, goddesses if anything happens to her I would never forgive myself…” Wild says tenderly, he was very fond of you.

“Eugh, I asked for an explanation not a sappy, love story.” Legend takes his chance to tease Wild, “You’re the one that asked” Wild retaliates.

“Y/n huh? Must be a common name, I had a Y/n. She was certainly…Something.” Warriors voice grew a bit quiet as he looked off to the side, however no one really paid attention. “Yeah, I have a childhood best friend named Y/n” Four says, “Really? Me too!” Sky says, “The Y/n back at mine is such a sweetheart, city gal on the outside, country on the inside” Twilight spoke with a smile.

“Well I’ve got you all beat! My Y/n’s the best, she’s on of the best people I’ve met during my adventure!” Wind grins, “How about you, Hyrule? What about your Y/n?” Hyrule scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “Well, I never met a Y/n during my adventure so…can’t really comment”

“Jeez, if this Y/n girl makes all of you like this I hope I never meet a Y/n” Legend huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “How about you, old man?” Twilight asked, Time only sighed and opened his open eye. “I don’t see how this is relevant to our current situation therefore we must shut it down and focus on the subject.” Everyone went quiet after Time spoke, they all looked a bit ashamed but none the less changed the subject.

“Sheesh, must’ve been a harsh break up for Time…” Legend whispered over to Sky who felt remorse for the eldest hero.

“When she wakes up we’ll need to ask her a few questions, hopefully she can provide a few answers.” Time says earning a nod from Wild, “I’ll do the talking”

Soon their ears twitch as they hear shuffling coming from Hyrules tent. Soon it opens to reveal you inside, “Holy Hylia! I’ve been robbed—kidnapped too! Give my stuff back you thieves!” You point at the group in front of you, clearly you haven’t processed the fact that your Link was there.

“Y/n! You’re awake” Wild got up to his feet to help you up since you were on all fours which could re open the wound on your side.

“Link? What the hell are you doing here? Did you rob me?”

“No I didn’t rob you, nor did they—look just come. We need to talk, alone.” Wild looks at the boys, once he earned a nod he took you by the hand and led you away.

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“So what’s this all about—woah!” Wild immediately wrapped his arms around you, “oh by the three, I’ve missed you so much” Wild buried his head into your neck as you giggled softly and hugged him back.

“Heh, I’ve missed you too” Wild moves his head so he’s looking up to you now, “How did you get here?” “Crazy story really! You see…a portal sucked me in while I was out trying to find you a couple weeks ago.”

“Weeks? You were here for that long, alone?” “Nah! You see I have this really cool girl group I travel with and wanna know something? They’re all Y/n’s!” You exclaimed making Wilds eyes widen in astonishment.

“Really?” “Yeah! There’s TPY/n, HWY/n, OOTY/n, SSY/n, LTTPY/n, LOZY/n, FSY/n, WWY/n. Bit of a tongue twister but when you meet them they’ll greet you properly”

Wild felt a bit overwhelmed of the thought of meeting more Y/n’s but he nods either way, if the others say their Y/n’s were as lovely as they described then he’ll be fine! "Anyways, do you know this place? what about you tell me what happened before, you were unconscious and wounded when I found you"

"I was? Damn, let me try and remember..." You thought for a bit before speaking again, "We found a village nearby and it was called Agoir city, it must be the capital of this land because it has a massive castle. Me and the girls were shopping around like usual until WWY/n had to go ahead and steal something and get caught. Since we all looked the same they probably thought we were a thief family or something along those lines. OOTY/n told us all to split up so we wouldn't be taken, I ended up with TPY/n but those guards were quite literally right up our asses so we had to fight a few"

"I'm sure violence could've been avoided"

"Nope! but then they all attacked me so they landed a few blows and..I don't remember the rest" You finish explaining, Wild nods, "That was helpful information, really was. I'll tell the others but- There was this dragon that was...protecting you" "Oh...That's a relief she wasn't taken...Where is she? Is she back at the camp?" You asked, Wild shook his head. "We left her back where we found her-" "You did what?!"

Wild closes his mouth and looks at you with his blue eyes that were filled with confusion, "Okay...Okay, Link I need you to come back with me to see if she's still there, please." You hold your hand out which he takes with no hesitation, "Yeah, okay. Just gotta tell the others first." "Others?" "Yeah, You woke up in a rush you probably didn't process the fact that there were others back at camp." You sighed softly as he begins to pull you back to them all.

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"Oh woah! So you all are Links? That must be confusing...?" You tilt your head as you look at the lookalikes, you could tell the differences of each Link but being surrounded by them all is making you realise...This bitch is attractive in every universe, (Besides from Wind but he still a cutie.) "It did but we got our own names to call us by" They went around in a circle to introduce themselves, after Time introduced himself he opened his mouth once again.

"Is it true? that there are other Y/n's here?" Time asked a bit on edge, "Yup! Somewhere in Agoir city, I plan on taking Wild with me if that's alright with you" "No."

Wild gulped as Time's voice was stern but you didn't falter, "Well with all due respect, mister but I don't think that's something you have control over. I need Link to help me save my friends and considering it's his duty to do so I don't think it's very wise to intervene." You spoke, a hint of sassiness in your tone...most of the boys shared one thought.

'Yup, definitely a Y/n'

"I wasn't going to deny...I was going to say we were all going to come along too" Time finishes making you sheepish, "Sorry..." You scratch the back of your head and he only chuckles lightly before getting up, "C'mon boys, pack up everything so we can leave as soon as we can"

To be continued…

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And that’s a wrap! Hope you all enjoyed, don’t worry next chapter is all about the Y/n’s I promise but if you don’t understand I’ll put down who’s who for the Y/n’s.

I’ll put up a poll later on today, but I hope you all enjoyed this.

Taglist?

@fantasyhopperhea

TPY/n = Twilights era

HWY/n = Warriors era

OOTY/n = Times era

SSY/n = Sky’s era

LTTPY/n = Legends era

BOTWY/n = Wilds era (who was in this story)

LOZY/n = Hyrules era

FSY/n = Fours era

WWY/n = winds era.

#linked universe x reader #link x reader #lu x reader #linked universe #loz #x reader #lu sky #lu four #lu time #lu legend #lu Hyrule #lu wind #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wild

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bendyartistic · 5 months ago

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Be Aware of alexbstudios. (Part 2) TW: uh.. slur, sui mention.

Recently I've been requested by some people to make another awareness post about Alex, and what has been going on since I made my last callout. So.. let's take a look. I'm gonna be honest I have been paying little to no attention to him at all since my post up until this point, didn't think I'd have to.

Ever since I made it, Alex has been talking about me a lot more, and it feels much more obsessive in a way. I think it's funny but also pretty weird considering some of the things he's said about me. Eugh.

Anyways let's get to the stuff from after my callout to the present. This is just a rundown of everything, and there is some stuff I skipped since I didn't feel it was worth mentioning. Once my post had been made, a lot of people went over and said stuff to him (Though I didn't encourage that behavior, I only wanted to make my post so people knew about him, I'm not covering those unless it's important in this.) Little afterwards he made this... post. Erh, are you stalking me and other people?? ALSO don't say the r slur man, like what.

I find it really creepy that he has this list, and has notes along with them about why/who they are. Also why'd he spell my partners name like that? 💀 Next a little after that he reblogged someone's art and introduction saying this. (I don't want to really @ people in this, nor get anyone involved unless they asked to be.)

I still don't understand how Alex views me, but saying this in a reblog no less is so strange. Reblogging another post, saying this with it...

You're right Alex, I didn't need you in my life, yet here we are. Unfortunately. Besides that, no, 12 year old's should NOT be on Tumblr at all, even with restrictions, said restriction should be having the app blocked from their device.

I'm just gonna.. move on from that. Alex reblogged an art post, where he proceeded to @ over 50 people, myself included, saying "surely you can see the problem". I can't fit the entire thing sadly. I don't get what the point in these posts are honestly, besides annoy everyone. He's done it before as well. He got into a small bit of beef with a handful of folk not too long ago, which I got @'ed in at some point I think, didn't really pay much attention to it. Basically the original post is someone talking about art supplies and asking what one's other people use, which I personally think was a very neat post. Alex comes around though for some reason going off on nonsense. Hello? Who invited you!? (Again, censoring names cuz I don't want to get ppl involved.)

I'm honestly kind of wondering why he even showed up. He pretty soon after made this dumb post as if it could have some effect on the situation.. uh?

I guess mark your calendars guys for this date, where we have to immediately forget everything and forgive him! /j And there's this response he gave to an anon responding to his ✨patience✨ post.

Dunno, so far it hasn't because he's still talking about it, so clearly he hasn't gotten over it enough to let it blow over.

He's giving me those like.. stupid sigma edit vibes sometimes. Y'know what I'm talking about? Yeah. Also I'm not sure what to say about this really, but it's pretty funny.

Context for this next one: You and the person on your lockscreen fight god..? That's a weird one.

Wdym racist though? 🤨 Genuinely kinda curious about that. Btw wouldn't that make you like.. 9?? On a different note, I saw him previously talk about this "friend" he has going to a mental hospital, but I know nothing about it, nor do I really want to, however reblogging on an art post saying this feels off. Think the emotes are what do it.

Don't joke about mental hospitals at all, I shouldn't have to explain why. I'm going to move on from all the short stuff now because I do wanna start talking instead of making short joking comments.

Alex made this post, and so it begins with him talking about me again, eh?

Alex, you're already doomed. I can't put it any other way but from what I've seen maybe only 1 or 2 people even like you. The rest either hate you or want to avoid you at all cost, and I don't blame them at all considering you act like a fool and make everyone uncomfortable.

For my thoughts on you? I don't like you, never did. I just have to put up with you because this is the internet, and you'll probably never truly leave me alone like I once hoped. It's a shame honestly that you cannot follow a simple request from anyone. Don't think I don't know about your planned "response post" you're making, I'm still waiting for it. I don't know what good it's gonna do you though. Personally I don't care if you make one, I'd just read it to see the stuff you make up in it lol. (Edit: He decided to stop working on it after seeing this post lol.)

Enough of my rambling, I should continue with this so I can stop talking about him sooner. Regrettably I had to actually look up what this was about, I felt.. iffy reading it.

Saying gyatt right afterwards wasn't funny. At all. I'm quite upset now. There was absolutely no reason for that.

I was gonna be reasonable and say something genuine but I don't feel like it anymore, this ruined my mood. All I have to say is as much as I dislike you, don't actually do that. Sadly moving to the next nonsensical thing, he made a poll post asking this. (It's still ongoing btw)

Are people like.. forced into giving a reason? Like if I for example chose Bendy, am I immediately supposed to state my reasons? What if I don't want to, are we being held at gunpoint? What's up with that? I'm too lazy to interact with the post, I don't really feel like it anyways even if I wasn't lazy. Which one would you choose though lol I'm going to be serious now again cause this last thing is really just.. what the fuck. Palestine related 🍉, someone asking for help came to Alex, and this was his response to it...

MY GOD Alex. Did you really have to respond to that in this immature, insensitive fucking manner? Could it have not been in one of your stupid rambling posts. It should've been. I'm sorry to the person and I'm sorry I had to read it. You're pretty sick honestly. You need help.

That's it. I'm done.

In conclusion:

Alex is still the same and is still never going to change probably. He still shouldn't be here and I believe he really should get off now more than ever. If not I fear what else he might do next.

All I can really tell you folks is please, DNI with Alex, just leave him alone and block him. You're again not obligated to, but I am suggesting it if you want to be left alone by him. And hey, maybe you'll make it onto his dumb creepy list too, who knows. Alright, I'm finished, I stayed up way too late for this... I'm tired. Cya.

Reblogs are much appreciated, it helps spread the word, thanks.

#Please dni with alex.#callout post #call out post #be aware #tw #idk what to tag this as #ghost and pals #I wish he would just go away already.#ugh #thanks to the people who suggested I give an update though.#my post

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tf-lover · 1 year ago

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Christmas Switch-Up

My gift for @bodyswapmischief based off his prompt for me. Hope you all enjoy, and Merry late Christmas!

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“Jack, get off your fucking ass and help me damn it!” Darren called in through the kitchen door.

His useless son was finally home for Christmas, and Darren had been long hoping the athletic young man would be able to help out around the place with all the long overdue jobs that needed doing. The loft needed emptying of the random junk that’d built up over the years, snow needed clearing from the driveway and the roof, and there was a long list of things that needed repairing among other things. But of course, Jack had been sitting on his ass in his room for days just playing video games and working out in the home gym Darren had put together for him years ago.

“Dad, I told you I’m busy! Do that shit yourself, it’s boring!” Jack shouted back from where Darren already knew he was working out. “Or hire someone to do it for fuck sake, you’re loaded!”

Darren pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He wasn’t going to get mad, he wasn’t. It would help anything, yet all he wanted to do still was scream at his ungrateful son. “If you’re going to be a lazy little shit Jack then I’m going out! I’ll be back in a few hours.” He shouted back at his son as he made his way back inside and through the house. Cooling off was needed, and Darren had other ideas of how he could get what he wanted this Christmas…

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A few hours later…

“You want us to do what, Dad?” Jack asked from his position on the sofa, barely able to believe what his father was suggesting.

Darren shrugged. He’d been out shopping at a particular occult shop he knew of hidden away in the centre of the city for just the thing to get what he needed. Now he had it, swapping with his son was actually possible.

“You heard me. I want to swap bodies with you for the Christmas break.” He said simply.

It was a simple enough suggestion, and it wasn’t like he’d spoken in riddles or anything either. His son was home for Christmas break and with his usual manically busy social calendar wanted nothing more than to spend the two weeks relaxing and doing absolutely nothing. His father had other ideas though, namely the jobs around the house that needed doing. Repairs that needed to be made; furniture that needed to be moved; all things that became infinitely easier with his jock of a son around to help. Darren was past his prime, having gained more weight than he would have liked thanks to an injury that stopped him working out as much as he used to, and his advancing age.

“But that’s not even possible Dad?! And even if it was, why would I want to do that?” Jack continued to protest. “I don’t want to be you, no offence but I’ve worked too hard to suddenly get older and fatter!”

“Well it’s that or you get up off your ass and help me with the jobs that need doing, I’ve told you that already. You know I can’t do them on my own, so if you’re staying here for Christmas instead of with your friends then I expect you to at least help a little.” Darren folded his arms and frowned at his son. “Or, you can laze around in my body as much as you want to, and I’ll use yours to do everything that needs doing around here. Won’t make a difference to you if all you’re doing is sitting around watching TV and jerking off, maybe you can even do me a favour and get me in better shape.”

“DAD!!” Jack blushed furiously at being called out by his father of all people. They were both men at the end of the day, but that just made it more embarrassing at his father’s willingness to call him out. “You really… Eugh.”

Darren reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a pair of identical rings, then tossed one at his son. “Put that on and we’ll swap for the holiday or get off your ass, it’s that simple.”

Jack caught the ring with one hand then frowned at it. He barely understood what his Dad was going on about with all this talk of being in his body. His Dad came out with some strange things at the best of times, but this was the strangest of all of them. Still, if it was a choice between proving his dad was talking shit again and not doing that, Jack knew what he’d pick. His old man was just trying to scare him into not being lazy, that was all.

The second Jack slipped the ring on, his head felt fuzzy. There was nothing else though, no sudden swap or anything like that. Because of course there wasn’t, Jack knew it was all bullshit.

“Ha, how about that? Lying after all Dad, what h-”

The world lurched around Jack as his father put the other ring on. One minute he was sitting on the sofa, the next he was across the room looking back at his own smirking face. Everything felt wrong, felt heavy and hairy in all the wrong places. Worn out when he’d always felt full of energy usually.

“Got something to say now Jack?” He heard his own body saying. “Or, maybe I should be calling you Dad now for the holidays, since we wouldn’t want anyone to know anything is amiss.”

Jack’s mouth hung open in shock. He’d really done it, his asshole of a father had actually stolen his body! “What?? What the actual fuck??” Jack looked down at the slightly chubby body of his father he now resided in. “No. No way you can do this to me Dad, I can’t be you!”

Darren stood up in his son’s younger body, feeling better than he had in 20 years. “I can and I did. I told you what would happen if you put the ring on, and it happened. Now they won’t come off until the holiday is up, so have fun being a lazy shit in my body Dad, I’m going to finally sort the house out.”

All Jack could do was stand and watch his own body saunter off past him into the kitchen. A few sounds echoed out from there as he tried to process all of this and how tired he felt all of a sudden, the clink of metal making him think his dad was probably grabbing the tool he kept under the sink. He even tried to pull the ring off, but sure as his father had said it wasn’t going to budge. He was really stuck as some fat, hairy old guy!

Meanwhile, as Jack tried to come to terms with what had happened, his father in his body was off already starting work. Already he had the motivation from his now young, fit body to get on with things, which was quite the change to his usual feelings. Many years ago a serious sporting injury had knocked him out for a while and taken him off the competitive athlete path; whilst that had led him into a very lucrative career otherwise he still regretted how he’d fallen off the sporting wagon. Now he was both young and fit again he felt wonderful, reminded of what he’d lost.

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The next few days consisted of a lot of hard work from Darren. Amed with his son’s body, he surprised himself with how fast he got everything done. He had originally expected it to take days and days, hence setting the duration to the whole holiday. Yet, after only a few days he had pretty much everything on his very long list done. Snow was cleared, the living room had been completely rearranged, as had the attic. Repairs had been made that’d been needing done for longer than he liked, and he’d even cleaned a few things he hadn’t realised needed it.

All that left him with far more time on his hands than he’d originally planned. Days and days left when he thought he wouldn’t have any time free. So, much to his son’s annoyance Darren decided to go out.

“See you later Dad! I’m going out for a bit, I won’t be late back!” He called before he ran out the door and left his son alone.

Jack wanted to punch his Dad as he heard him leave, and he would’ve if it wasn’t for it being his own body. All these past few days his father had been flaunting his body as he did all the work around the house. Dressed in almost nothing so he didn’t get his son’s clothes dirty or so he claimed, reminding Jack every second the swap he’d accidentally gone through. And now he had the nerve to go out and flaunt Jack’s body as if it were his own, even still insisting on calling him Dad.

Jack hadn’t been slacking though. Far from it. He was determined to prove his old man wrong and make the best of all this, so he’d taken to working out like crazy. Pushing himself as hard as he could to prove it wasn’t the body that kept his father back, but his attitude. He’d made good progress too, surprising even himself. He’d lifted heavier and for longer than he could in his own body, and all it’d taken was pushing through the struggle and pain at the beginning.

The once nice thing about the swap was Jack could finally eat whatever he wanted without caring. It wasn't his body and his Dad had long let himself go, so besides working out hard to prove anyone could do it, Jack let himself indulge in some of the things he didn't usually eat. A strict diet kept his body in perfect shape, but since his dad’s shape was already rounder with fat than it was muscle, what was the harm? And, he had to admit that the maturity was nice. The few occasions he did have to go out to deal with something at his Dad’s job or go grocery shopping, no one treated him like some annoying delinquent kid. He wasn’t seen as a youth around to cause trouble, he was a respected member of the community.

He did get curious as the week went on though. He’d given up removing the ring, it was clear enough that was never going to happen, but he did wonder where his father had got them from. He knew his Dad had connections in his fancy business world, he’d dealt with a few of them on his Dad’s behalf these last few days, but he didn’t know where he’d actually found magical rings capable of forcing them into each other’s bodies.

So, instead of spending every waking moment shouting at his father running around partying in his body, Jack did some digging. His son was out of the house enough sleeping his way through the city in the run up to Christmas, so he had plenty of time to search online for any sign of where something like this could be acquired.

At first, nothing.

No amount of searching high or low online turned up any results about magical body swapping rings you could buy; a few erotic stories but nothing real.

So he changed tactics.

He remembered the day his father had come back home with the rings after an argument, so he tried to retrace his dad’s steps. Checked his phone, asked people his dad was friends with, anything. And there he had it. Tucked away in his dad’s apps, the last saved location his dad must have used for directions to wherever he got them from. And it was local. Within the city, right in the centre tucked away between two massive office buildings. It would have been easy for his father to slip out to the place and be back within a few hours, all under the pretence of getting coffee with this friend of his and talking business like he’d claimed before he left.

All Jack had to do now was go back there for answers.

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The next day…

Darren was once again on his way out. He’d loved the past week in this younger body, and with all the free time had already got a few regular hookups from his first few days clubbing. Now he was off again to find another one; this younger body was deliciously insatiable and far better than his older one.

“Son, can I borrow you for a minute before you go? Just something I want to check with you.” His old body’s voice came from behind him just as he’d been about to leave.

He sighed. He was glad at least Jack had taken this so well in the last few days instead of being angry. Even joined in on Darren’s plan to refer to each other as father and son on the off chance they had guests over or went out anywhere together so they didn’t slip. As much as he was eager to get going and find someone else to fuck, he could at least have a five minute chat. Besides, if it was yet another question about his job he’d need to answer it.

He turned and smiled at his son in his old body, one he wasn’t finding himself missing in the slightest. “What is it Dad?”

Jack returned the smile, but it wasn’t a kind one. “You see, I went back to that little shop you bought these rings from.”

Darren’s eyes widened in panic knowing his son had found the place, which just made Jack smirk.

“Left the location in your google maps, didn’t think I’d look and see? Anyway, I went back there. Had a lovely chat with the old woman behind the counter, who told me all about these rings. And you know what she said? Swapping bodies is just a side effect of their main purpose. They can do far, far more than that.”

Darren went white as a sheet. He’d been galavanting off flaunting his new body and living it up, all without a care for how he’d stolen his son’s body and was rubbing it in. Now that brashness was coming back to bite him in the ass. Only, he had no idea how badly. He hadn’t bothered to ask about them or even pay the shopkeeper much attention, just dropped a large sum of money for two rings that would do the job he wanted. Now, as he’d been on the way to yet another random hookup, he’d been cornered.

“What… What can they do?” He gulped.

Jack smirked. “Why don’t I show you instead of explaining it? I’ll warn you though, you’ll have to cancel your hookup…”“W-Wait, you don’t have t-” Darren started, but it was too late. Jack had already done something to his ring that made the matching one on his finger burn hot.

Darren looked up from his finger, only to watch in horror as his own fat body seemed to shed the weight it’s carried in seconds. The body he’d rid himself off by swapping with his son, the one he’d been secretly hoping he’d never have to be back in, starting to change before his very eyes. Gone was the round belly, gone were the flabby arms and sagging chest. Gone even were some of the greying hairs in his beard and the more worn lines of age that’d developed.

Instead, a beast of a man was emerging.

Ripped all over, the kind of muscle you only got from a lifetime of dedication. It was the type of body his son Jack would have grown into when he reached Darren’s age if he kept up the same gym routine and they hadn’t been all swapped around. It was no less old either, instead looked like an older man that actually knew how to take care of himself. Ate right, took care of his skin, kept his hair and beard well groomed. What made him look even bigger though Darren realised was just how close they’d got and-

“Wait, when did I get over here??” Darren said when he found himself standing in front of his old body, their ringed hands clasped together.

Jack pulled a cheeky looking innocent expression. He knew exactly what was going on, but he wasn’t going to say. The pair were merging together, the younger body that had once belonged to Jack being consumed to mould the older one into its perfect potential state. Soon enough there would only be one person living in this house, one perfectly handsome older man instead of a fat old guy and his son.

Instead of letting any of that on though, Jack watched as his father’s panic only grew. He tried to pull away, but that only brought the pair closer and closer together. Jack’s older body was becoming a far more muscular and ruggedly handsome version of what it had once been; its potential finally unlocked. Jack wouldn’t miss his old body, not in the long run, it’d be gone and his father with it to make all these improvements, but it was so worth it.

Darren found himself getting closer and closer as his son’s body towered over him more and more, all until he felt himself slip away completely. He hadn’t noticed his body fading and shrinking in his panic watching his old body change, and now he had it was far too late. Because he didn’t have a body anymore he realised. Somehow in the shuffle his body had vanished, yet he could still hear and see and feel the sight of Jack’s older body as if he’d been kneeling in front of it.

“Alright in there Dad?” Jack’s voice came from somewhere above before Darren felt an entire hand wrapping around his being. “You can’t talk, I know, so you’ll have to sit in my balls and listen to me, alright?”

“You see Dad, I’ve learned a thing or two since being forced into your body.” Jack said from his new mature, ripped body as he ran his hands over it. “I’ve learned that being a slightly older man isn’t so bad, especially when it’s one that comes with so much money. I’ve learned that you were an asshole for stealing my body from me and trying to pass it off as your own, so I’m doing one better.” He gave his large balls a squeeze, knowing what remained of his father’s consciousness was stored away in there. “So I’m taking your life with a few upgrades. You never had a kid you got stuck with, not as far as this new you is concerned. I’m a single bachelor, a Daddy that’s going to have boys and girls alike falling at his feet.”

Jack glanced down at the interlinked rings on his finger. Two halves of a whole, he didn’t know how he hadn’t seen it before. He grabbed it, took a breath, then pulled them both off and dropped it on the coffee table with a soft clatter of metal against glass.

“Maybe I’ll have a kid one day when I feel like settling down Dad, but until then you can watch me show you what your life could have been.” Jack, now officially his father Darren, grinned. He was going to make the absolute most of his new life as Darren.

#my writing #male transformation #body swap #age progression #father and son #merging #daddy #tfstoryexchange

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activesplooger · 3 months ago

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ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6 | ᴠᴏx x ᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: (MDNI) YAYAYYA DONEE!! shorter chap, sorry, but it has a set up for a long chapter! pt.7 here we come! ehhehe

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Alastors back after 7 years! Vox goes into a downward spiral and retreats to his penthouse for awhile. Meanwhile, you're stuck on Vox babysitting duty so you yell at him to get his shit together.

ᴄᴡ: vox being pathetic and dumb

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2,370

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴘᴏꜱᴛ!

"FUUUHUUUHUUUCK"

The duet between the Radio and TV demon had been broadcast throughout hell; it was pretty hard to miss. You wouldn't be surprised if the other rings had heard the clash as well.

Vox hadn't seen the Radio Demon in 7 years, not since he presumably got his ass kicked all those years ago. The first time you got involved, you got choked half to death. So naturally, you stayed out of it when he first heard the news, busying yourself with menial tasks and attempting to drown out the noise with the music in your headphones. It worked for a moment until suddenly the power goes out; the floor you were on became pitch black and the music that played in your headphones had come to a halt.

There was a pause for a moment, followed immediately by Vox cussing at the top of his lungs. Navigating in the dark, you managed to find your way to Vox's office. Upon approaching him, you notice his distraught expression, eyes fixated on the plethora of monitors displaying "No Signal" before him. "Vox?" you say quietly. No response. "Hello? Sir?" you try again, and yet, you get nothing. You wave your hands in front of his face a bit frantically to try to get his attention, "Vox, answer me!". After trying to snap him out of his lifeless trance, you give up with a groan and walk out. You had things you needed to do anyways.

And that was the last time you had seen him. Vox had pathetically retreated to his penthouse for the past week after a crushing defeat in song and in his attempt to have an employee spy on Alastor.

Things were fine initially, until the employees started getting way too casual. People were taking days off without warning or permission, they weren't doing their jobs efficiently, and on top of it you had to carry all their slack! Well, you didn't have to, but you felt like you needed to so you did. And holy shit it was taxing on you.

You tried to take on Vox's role and command the employees, but you only got a scoff or a laugh. Eugh, so embarrassing... It couldn't hurt to try again right? Maybe this time you could actually have an impact!

Standing in the front of the office, you call out to get everyone's attention, "Excuse me! Everyone, I have an announcement!". The employees glance up at you from their computers with an unamused expression. "Look, I understand that Vox hasn't been around lately, but that doesn't mean we can just screw around, okay? So let's get work just as efficiently as when Vox was here.".

It goes quiet for a moment before the room erupts in laughter. "Like we'd ever listen to you!" an employee calls out, eliciting more laughter. You groan and drag a hand down your face. "Oh fuck all of you," you mutter. Another worker walked by when you said that and snickered, "Speaking of fucking, they're totally screwing the boss.". "What?!" you exclaim. Where the fuck did that come from?! "Pft, yeah," a cocky sinner from accounting remarks, "who wants to listen to some whore?".

That's it. You march up to the hysteric sinner and knee him in the crotch. The office watches in shock before scurrying back to their desk and quickly go back to work. You turn back to the employees, your more demonic features now emerging as you face them; a black tail whips behind you and the sclera of your eyes turns red. "Anyone else have anything to share?!" you say exasperated. Everyone is silent as you talk, eyes fixed on their screens as they clack away on their keyboards. Taking a deep breath, you smooth your hair back to calm yourself. "Good," your demonic features start to withdraw as you relax.

Walking off, you make your way to the elevator, aggressively pressing the button to Vox's penthouse. __

You grab the spare key Vox had given you for emergencies and unlock the door. Vox's pet hammerhead shark, Vark, greats you by tackling you to the floor and giving you puppy-like licks. Letting out an "oof" as you hit the hard floor, you prop yourself up on your elbows. "Hey cutie," you say with a baby voice as you pet him, "where's your owner? Huh boy? Where's that mopey wittle shit?". Vark barks in response, walking off you and leading you down the corridor of Vox's sleek penthouse. Once you reach the end of the hall, Vark pushes the door open with his head and trots into the room.

Vox groans as the door lets in a peak of light. The room is dark and messy, junk food wrappers scatter the floor beside the bed where Vox lays. Vox hides under the blankets and whines, "'s too bright... go away...". You sigh and march over to where Vox is, "Vox, this is ridiculous.". Grabbing hold of his bedding, you strip the blankets off of him.

Vox whimpers and curls up in a fetal position, "Fuck off, Y/N.". "No," you protest sternly, "you have a business to run! Now stop whining and get up!". He sits up abruptly and speaks in a hoarse voice, "Alastors back!". "So?". "So?!" he responds incredulously, "so, I'm fucked! I don't want to see that red fucker again! I'm gonna get my shit rocked.". "No, you're not," you roll your eyes, "he's been dicking around for 7 years doing God knows what while you've been expanding your empire. I'm not saying you should pick a fight, but I'm sure if something happened you'd kick his ass.".

"You're just saying that to make me feel better. Don't lie to me, I fucking hate that," he replies in a bitchy tone. "That's it," you grab Vox off the bed and sling him over your shoulder. "What the fuck?! Why am I being punished?! You're the one who told me to be all vulnerable and shit," he yells.

You walk into the techy lavish bathroom and set him down on the counter, "I meant vulnerable not pathetic!".

"What's the difference?!".

"Dear God," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your temples in a circular motion, "Vox, listen up. You're gonna get your act together and go to work. Now go get showered!". "Psh," he crosses his arms, "you don't tell me what to do.". "Vox!" you warn. "Fine, fine, Jesus..." Vox hops off the counter and starts the shower.

About ten minutes passes before Vox emerges from the bathroom, a towel loosely tied around his hips as he makes his way over to the closet. You had been tidying up the room he rotted in while he showered, throwing away any trash and brightening up the room with light.

"Wheres my suit?" he asks flatly. "Oh it's-" Vox turns to you ask you speak, revealing his toned navy chest to your gaze. You realized that you had been staring directly at his chest subconsciously, a blush starting to form across your face as your heartrate picks up. Grabbing the suit off the dresser, you shove it in his face and usher him out of the room, "Hereyougobyeeee!".

You lean against the door and cover your burning face with your hands, "What was that...".

After Vox gets dressed he knocks on the door, "Can I come in now or are you gonna kick me out again?". "Ha ha, funny," you say sarcastically, "you can come in.".

Vox comes in and pulls open his dresser drawer, pulling out a red clip on tie. You tilt your head at him, "A clip on?". "Yeah? I never learned how to tie an actual one, besides, this looks fine.". "It's just tacky". "Hey!" he calls out defensively. You chuckle and dig in his dresser drawer for a red unmade tie, "Sorry sorry, here,". Reaching up, you slide the fabric in the collar of his shirt and begin to tie.

Your chest rubs slightly against his every so often as you had to be in pretty close proximity to tie the bowtie. Vox's breath quietly hitches as you brush up against him, his palms starting to feel sweaty over the simple graze of skin, berating himself in his head as he tries to reassure himself that its just a simple touch! So what if he hasn't felt a touch as electric as this in years?? It doesn't mean anything, right??

Vox's mind spirals until suddenly you pull back. "There," you grab his shoulders and pivot him to a mirror, "doesn't that look better?". "Yeah.. whatever, thanks," he mumbles. You chuckle and grab your things, "See you at work, Vox.".

"Yeah, see you."

"You bought them a giftbasket?" Velvette asks while Vox paces Valentino's floor of the V-tower. Vox stops pacing and sits down on the couch, "I know! Who fucking does that?". "Oh, papi," Valentino coos, snaking two of his hands over to Vox's shoulders and massaging them, "socializing was never your strong suit~". Vox pushes Valentino away from him, "Oh fuck off, Val!".

Valentino chuckles, "Relax Voxy, it's not that big of a deal. Besides, they probably don't even know it was from you anyways.". Burying his face in his hands, Vox mumbles sheepishly, "...I left a note.". Velvette sighs, "For fucks sake, Vox-". "And I watched them open it from behind a wall... they totally caught me...".

Both Velvette and Valentino groan in unison. "Vox, why can't you be normal for once?" she asks, pointing an angry finger at Vox. "Sweetheart, Vox can't be normal. Especially when he's got a crush on that sexy little assistant of his~" the moth demon teases. Vox whips his head out of his hands and glares at Val, "Don't call them that, why are you always such a fucking pervert?!".

Reaching his hands out, Val cradles Vox's face and whispers seductively, red smoke seeping out of his mouth and into Vox's face, "You love it~". Once more, Vox pushes Val off him and gets up off the couch, "Eugh, that shit doesn't work on me, Val.". Vox sighs and sits on the arm chair adjacent to the couch, "Anyway, before I got fucking molested, y/n is just- y'know, the first real friend I've had since, well, ever really.".

"That's fucking sad," Velvette remarks as she absent mindedly scrolls on her phone. "Fuck you too, Vel," Vox deadpans at Velvette. Valentino feigns upset as he speaks in a mocking voice, "Awww, are we not your friends, Voxy?". "No, you guys are pieces of shit I happen to tolerate," Vox states as he glares at them both, eliciting light laughter from the two.

Relaxing his expression, Vox rests his elbows on his knees and stares at the ground, "I just can't figure why I forget how to act around them.". Velvette groans and looks up from her phone at Vox, "I don't fucking know! Maybe you're just a creep!". Valentino chuckles as he adds on, "Or maybe he's in love~". Vox sighs, gets up, and walks out, flipping them off as he exits, "Okay, fuck you both, thanks for being absolutely useless.".

"Love you too!" Velvette calls out with a snicker.

After receiving zero help from the other Vees, Vox decided he needed to get his act together around you. Maybe if you guys bonded outside of work, Vox wouldn't be such a mess! Vox wasn't entirely sure it would work, but he hoped it would. What if he lost you like he lost Alastor all those years ago? This needed to be perfect. With a deep breath, makes his way to your office, trying to ignore his rapidly beating heart.

You had been working at your desk for about an hour, ignoring the awkward stares other employees had given you from your outburst earlier. Vox knocks on the door to your office and walks in, "Hey". Looking up from your desk, you smile softly, "Hey, glad to see your back at work finally.". "Yeah, uhm," Vox walks in and closes the door behind him, "Can we talk?". "Hm? Sure, what is it?" you stop typing and push your keyboard aside, turning your full attention to Vox. Vox somehow forgets how to speak, a sudden lump in forming in his throat, "Well, I was wondering if uhm…". He trails off, leaving you confused, "If what?".

"If…. if you kicked another employees in the balls today?" he backs out of his initial plan pathetically, mentally wanting to slap himself in the face. "Oh shit," your face burns red, "you heard about that?". Vox nods, plastering on a wide grin to convey a normal outward appearance, "Yeah just some employees have been complaining and-". "Am I in trouble?" you hesitantly ask. "No no, I get it, they probably fucking deserved it.".

You chuckle and nod, "He did.". Vox smiles as you chuckle, snickering quietly to himself along with you. Your laughter dies down and look back up at him "So, was that all?". "Oh, yeah I guess I should get back to work then," he says quietly, trying to ignore the pang of disappointment he feels. You nod and get back to work before he suddenly pipes up, "Actually, no, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out to dinner with me.". He suddenly blurts out, not realizing the romantic connotation until after he spoke. "Oh-" your eyes widen in surprise. Was he fucking with you or something?

Vox quickly backtracks, "For a business meeting! Yeah, uh, some investors are in town and they want to meet over dinner.". "Right," you say softly, part of you was a little disappointed but that's not something you wanted to get into right now, "where are we going?". "Hells Kitchen, tomorrow at 7." he states. "Ooo Fancy! I'll dress accordingly.". "Alright… goodbye." he says before exiting your office. "Bye, Vox.".

Vox's breathing quickens as he exits, a fucking "investors meeting"? What's he gonna do when the "investors" don't show up? That's surely gonna raise some eyebrows! Why couldn't he have just said something normal like going out for drinks? Vox walks into his office and slumps into his office chair, running a hand over his face, "Fuckkk me…".

__ IYGAHDSUHWFJWIEJF i hope ygs like this one i think its cuteee. it segues into a lil bit of romance aha wink wink

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tk-duveraun · 3 months ago

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SY he's transmigrated into his heavenly demon sona. As in his original concept (not fanfic!!! He wasn't one of those!) he woke up due to the sprouting of the Thousand Year Thistle (it would bloom in chapter 546 just as LBH discovered the clearing that house it) because it was planted just above the buried palace in which he was hibernating.

Once his palace had been deep in a river valley because he was water-attuned to complement LBH's inherent fire. However long ago wars in the demon realm changed the course of the river and rather than get involved SY instead slept to await the thistle blooming which his divination showed to be the sign of the coming of the greatest demonic emperor.

And SY was so ready to take over MBJ 's place as LBH's right hand man. He was actually going to care about him and he'll steer him away from his more annoying love interests and save him from many horrors and indignities of the plot!

Step one, of course, was to find the protagonist. Information gathering wasn't too, too hard. Since he designed this character as a MBJ replacement he had the ability to use any body of water like a wormhole.

He could touch the water at the edge of a beach and cross an entire ocean! But it mostly meant navigating through underground water systems until he arrived in the area he wanted. Thankfully he wasn't corporeal during the process since he sometimes had to traverse sewage systems. Eugh.

But eventually he realizes the protagonist is one year into his stint in the endless abyss. At first, he hesitates, after all, LBH desperately needed the power ups after SQQ's "education" but eventually he reasons that LBH can level up without fighting for his life and almost dying.

So he packs up a few plot devices, lots of food and drops in on his new best friend!

#svsss #meng mo immediately thinks something is up #and tells lbh that this heavenly demon is here to kill him and eliminate the competition #so lbh thinks the wife beam is a mask and a facade and keeps his guard up #lbh is stumped as to why sy is so hostile to any women though #lbh is already stronger than them and won't gain much from dual cultivation and if lbh did sleep with them wouldn't that give sy #the opportunity he needed? much to think about

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yuzurins · 4 months ago

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# to tell you the truth

17 — meet me at the fair

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You couldn’t get Rin’s words out of your head. The feeling of guilt that he planted in your head didn’t budge at all, even with Reo’s reassurance. Were you missing the big picture here? Was there something that you just hadn’t recalled? Are you seriously as dense as Reo constantly says you are?

The long-awaited university fair was getting closer by the second. Despite countless days of preparation, the initial excitement you felt had evaporated, leaving only dread and confusion. It took all you had to simply drag yourself out of bed the morning of, half due to being terribly sleep-deprived and the other half being the sinking feeling of anxiety in your stomach.

“Y/N, can you stop making such a ruckus first thing in the morning, for god’s sake–“ Reo grumbles, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he languidly walks out into the apartment living room. “Eugh, you look disgusting.”

“Good morning to you too,” You’re practically seething with irritation, but Mr. Just-Woke-Up-2-Minutes-Ago was too drowsy to notice and spare even the slightest bit of consideration. “I can’t find my notes for the presentation, and I am so, so, close to running away and booking a flight to Korea.”

Reo scrunches his nose. “Why Korea?”

You roll your eyes and go back to scavenging through your belongings. The notes were literally in your bag yesterday night, so there was no way on Earth they would have found a way to escape. You made sure that they were secured—triple-checked!—in that cute Chiikawa folder that Isagi got you last Christmas. Gosh, there was no way you were going to be able to survive the day. Sure you knew enough to simply go off the top of your head since you were the one who researched and put together the project, but this was something that was getting marked, by the top professors too, and even worse, Itoshi Rin was going to be there and if you fucked up in front of him then you might as well simply die from embarrassment—

“Are these your notes?” Reo’s voice echoes from the kitchen, and you turn around abruptly to see him holding papers decorated with barely visible colour-coded notes and sticky tabs. He yawns, still drowsy from sleep, and next thing he knows is that you’re pouncing on him and yanking the sheets out of his hands.

“Jeez!” Reo yelps, but your glare shuts him right up. “Um–Y/N, are you okay?”

“No, not at all, thanks for asking.” You exhale, finally releasing the breath you were subconsciously holding the entire time. You briefly glance at Reo, the male blinking with confusion in response, before patting him on the shoulder and sprinting out the front door. “See you later!”

All that is heard from Reo is a soft “huh?” as you quietly close the door (because it was still early in the morning) without losing any haste.

And now you’re running down to campus, clutching that Chiikawa folder close to your chest.

Contrary to your spiralling thoughts, you were not late at all. In fact, you happen to be one of the first to arrive, so you decided to take a pitstop at the washroom first to fix yourself. No one would look presentable after running a full sprint against the wind at 6 in the morning, anyway.

You sigh exasperatedly as you spot the bane of your existence casually standing at your assigned table on your way back from the washroom. You take a moment to analyze said person before being forced to join him for the rest of the day. Rin was definitely taller and more muscular than he was in high school, and his bangs now flowed a bit past his nose, his jaw sharper with signs of maturing. You notice his prominent eyelashes fluttering as he focuses on reading something and envy that he was born with such pretty, long lashes. Despite his personality being dogshit, you couldn’t lie, the man himself was absolute eye candy—

Rin huffs as he spots you staring at him. Okay, never mind. He’s hideous.

Perhaps you were going delirious from the lack of sleep. Yeah, that must be it.

Having been caught drooling at the man you swore you hated, you awkwardly straightened your back and reluctantly walked over to the table. You look away as Rin narrows his eyes at you, practically burning holes into your face the entire time.

You settle for the spot right beside Rin, ignoring the glare that’s still on his face, and begin setting up your little panel for the day. When Chigiri arrives shortly after, the three of you begin rehearsing and confirming parts of your presentation. Like usual, there are a lot of disagreements with Rin, but something is off about him today. He doesn’t retort as harshly as he previously would have, and it actually looks like he thinks about what to say before responding. It’s insane–Itoshi Rin was being considerate. Was this because of the conversation you had yesterday? How was he acting so calm when you were losing your mind over what happened? You’re aware that you’re missing a huge piece of the puzzle here, but brush it off as a later problem as the sight of advancing freshmen pulls you back to reality.

Though for the record, he still hasn’t given your keychain back.

The fair goes smoothly (for the most part), until you and Rin begin bickering in front of the professors that were in charge of marking you.

“Itoshi-san, I think you must be mistaken. The Impressionist era was obviously inspired by works from the Romanticism era, which means—“

“This information does not mean anything regarding their contributions to society. Chronological order does not play a part in their significance or importance in history.”

The female professor on the right raises a brow at the two of you. The one on her left is furiously writing notes down on his clipboard.

“Sorry, can you repeat that again? There is a crucial difference between pieces created from a blank canvas and pieces created from one with a sketch.”

“You’re acting like Realism and the Renaissance didn’t exist.”

“I did not–”

“Well,” Chigiri brazenly interrupts, taking control of the situation before it gets out of hand. “That is the main point of the era of impressionism and how it had affected both art and literature. Seeing by the lovely example that my fellow group mates have reenacted, there is heavy debate about the similarities and differences of Impressionism and Romanticism.”

You tune Chigiri’s voice out as you grit your teeth and glare at Rin. He flashes you a quick glance before turning back to continue faking a smile at your superiors.

The hold this man had on you was insane. There was no way you were going to let him embarrass you in front of your professors again.

(Unfortunately, it happens once more when you guys argue about which was more impactful, literature or art.)

When it’s your turn for a quick lunch break, Chigiri eyes Rin for a while before he approaches. He’s been watching his friend the entire day now, concerned about what he might impulsively do.

He ponders on what to tell Rin and how to word it without accidentally provoking him. It’s obvious you’re his soft spot, so he instead decides to casually ask, “Penny for your thoughts?”

Rin grunts, intensely analyzing his fingers. Chigiri doesn’t push for an answer.

“I think I should talk to her.” He finally admits after a few minutes of silence. “That’s what you were going to tell me to do too, right?”

“Intuition is spot on,” Chigiri smiles. “Though maybe not always.”

Despite the obvious jab, Rin simply rolls his eyes in response.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing…”

Rin’s eyebrows jerk up and now it's his turn to question Chigiri. “What?”

Suddenly feeling awkward now, Chigiri purses his lips and looks anywhere but Rin’s face. “I know you’re usually a somewhat stoic person, especially in public, but your lack of response today is seriously throwing me off.”

“Might as well just say you like to pick fights,” Rin scoffs. “Stop acting like I’m the weird one. You are.”

“And he’s back.”

“Shut up.”

Chigiri’s about to ask Rin about you again, but you appear right then and there as if you were summoned on the spot. Originally you were sent off to get some rest before continuing with the fair, but somehow you came back looking worse than before.

Surprisingly, Rin initiates the conversation first. “You’re back early.”

“The place I wanted to go to was too packed to dine in,” You mumble, not giving much mind to his actions. “Would probably be better if I came back to eat here instead.”

Chigiri furrows his brows. “You workaholic. You knew you wouldn’t get an actual break if you came back here.”

You shrug. “Says who?”

It wasn’t supposed to be this big of a deal.

You’re first aware of the fact that you aren’t feeling well when Chigiri accidentally knocks a piece of paper onto the floor. It lands near your feet, and you bend down to pick it up for him, but a sharp pain in your head begins as you stand back up. The world goes black, and it takes you a bit to stabilize yourself again. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before, but it’s lasting way longer than it usually does. When colour finally returns, you see Chigiri in front of you uttering words of concern, except the fleeting pain in your head is overwhelming your ability to comprehend what he’s saying. You feel a hand on your shoulder, but it slips your mind that the only other person around is your ex-situationship-turned-rival-and-enemy.

Not wanting to ruin all the hard work that you all collectively put into these few days, you put on a small smile hoping to convince your group mates that you aren’t dying and can continue on with the arranged schedule. It was probably some after-effect from running against the wind first thing in the morning. You would just take medicine after you got home, sleep the pain away, and wake up feeling refreshed.

But the throbbing just doesn’t stop.

The second sign is when your body refuses to stomach your favourite onigiri. Typically, you’d be ravenous by lunchtime, especially if you haven’t had anything to eat after practically staying up the entire night. But your appetite is at the lowest it’s ever been (since becoming a university student) and you’re getting annoyed over the fact that you’re wasting food you would’ve wholeheartedly enjoyed any other day.

Well, a low appetite and seeing static for a few seconds doesn’t necessarily mean anything’s wrong.

Rin stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face, but it’s weird. There’s no aggression at all, nothing spiteful in the way his eyes studied you all over, as if trying to unravel your true feelings. He almost looks like he’s in pain. Maybe it’s concern? You shake the thought off as there would be no way on Earth Rin of all people would be concerned about your wellbeing.

Perhaps that was sign three that you were slowly becoming delirious.

“Itoshi, stop looking at me.” You bring yourself to say after continuous staring from Rin. It was really getting distracting now.

“You look terrible. Like you’re about to collapse any second now.” He admits, gaze flicking away from yours and the ground.

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest and glare at the taller boy. “Okay? Thanks? Like I need to be reminded of that fact by every person I talk to today?”

“I refuse to work with a person who’s incapable of taking care of their wellbeing. You’re just going to drag us down.” Rin winces at how that came out. He was terrible at properly expressing his feelings. “No— I mean—“

You cut him off with a groan. “Well I’m sorry that you got stuck with such an incompetent group mate. As if you weren’t the one responsible for why I’m looking like this right now.” Your voice trails off at the end, regret already settling in prior to finishing your sentence.

“I didn’t mean–” A freshman running by shoves Rin and the push knocks him a step closer to you. He looks down at you from where he stands and exhales, “Sorry. Y/N, can we talk?”

You stare up at him blankly in response.

Frankly, you were too tired to care; It felt like nowadays all you two were doing was just going around in circles with no end. What made it worse was that your head was searing with pain now, and it was seriously getting impossible to ignore.

You get a quick glimpse of Rin’s glossy eyes and open your mouth to give him a proper response after it processes in your head that he was probably waiting for an answer. But you never end up letting your true feelings out of your throat, because suddenly you can’t feel the pain anymore, and the world goes black again.

Except this time, colour doesn’t return as soon as it did before.

You’re met with the comforting feel of warmth and the not-so pleasing smell of medicine when you finally regain your consciousness. It’s cozy, and you groan as you roll over in bed in hopes to find a new sleeping position.

The sound of footsteps gets louder as you hear a familiar voice harrumphs. “Y/N, I know you’re awake.”

So much for trying to sleep again.

“Nonono, don’t go back to sleep. You need to take your medicine first.” Reo nags, carefully feeling your forehead with the back of his hand. “And eat. You definitely haven’t had anything all day.”

You hum in acknowledgement, but make no real move to comply with his instructions. The bed was too comfortable, too warm, too safe. You never wanted to get out and offer yourself back up to the scary world of judgemental freshmen and strict professors.

Screw the fair. You just wanted a break.

“I rushed out of my meeting for this,” Reo sighs. “just to find you passed out in the medical office.”

“Sorry for worrying you, mom.” You mumble, stretching your limbs briefly in bed, having given up on trying to return to a state of slumber.

Two hands are hoisted towards you, one harbouring a few pills and the other a glass of water. “You seriously need to take care of yourself better. There is no way on Earth you’re going to survive living by yourself.”

You roll your eyes, and reluctantly sit up to take the medicine and water from Reo. “That’s why I have you, though.”

Reo frowns, but you can tell he’s probably holding back from bursting into tears. It’s only then you notice his complexion; the way his clothes were wrinkled from too much movement, the way his hair was blown in all directions from the wind, and the way he was anxiously picking at the skin around his fingernails from anxiety.

You quickly down the medicine and give him a small smile in hopes of easing at least a quarter of his worry. “I’m fine, Reo. Thank you, seriously, but it’s okay. It’s not like I’m dying or anything.”

He laughs, jokingly, in an attempt to conceal how he truly felt about this situation. “Yeah right. Just ‘a moment of weakness,’ like you always say.”

“Because it was.”

Reo’s the one rolling his eyes now, and a laugh comes out of you as you playfully push him. The two of you fall back into an easing silence before he speaks up again.

“The fair’s over for today. Chigiri and Rin covered for you and offered to cover the next two days too.”

Ah. So that’s what you were forgetting.

You jump out of bed immediately and almost tripped over your shoes from the sudden movement. Reo catches you, but keeps his hold on your waist as he stares at you for an explanation.

“I’m never showing my face here ever again, especially in front of that one!” You ramble, eyes widening in realization of what actually happened when you fainted. “He’s never going to let me hear the end of it! I can’t!”

“Wait, calm down–”

“But if I don’t show up, then that’s going to look even worse! He’s going to think I’m slacking and weak and incompetent and then rat me out to all my favourite profs and sabotage me and spread rumours and knock me off the leaderboard entirely and–”

Reo interrupts you as he brings you back onto your feet. “Is that all you’re worried about? What Rin thinks of you?”

“I–” You start, but no words manage to form. “Oh.”

He smiles, before turning around, pushing aside the curtains around your bed, and walking away.

“Wait, are you going home? Hold up! Wait for me!"

note: lol i started using capitals when writing i hope this isn't too trippy,,, THANK YOU @kitorin FOR BETA READING I LOVE U <3

pairing ∗ itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis — all you wanted was a peaceful and productive uni life, but despite your pleas, your plans start crumbling when the star of the football team, itoshi rin, begins to beat you in every aspect possible. as you confront the inevitable, what happens when you uncover secrets behind an unforgettable event from the past?

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