#feeling like... what's even the point of pretending that my f/os would like me

[dalishthunder]

..... I have lost all inspiration to create....

[arshisrabbaves]

OS: Confide In Me

“So, Mr Raizada! As you can see these are some of the coping mechanisms that people use mostly to hide their sufferings” therapist said while checking the list of things they went for in today’s session.

“Wait! So constant talking, always being happy and doing crazy-weird things is also a type of coping mechanism?” Arnav asked

“Yes Ofcourse! Or else how would you explain such behaviour?”

“Maybe, that’s just how some people are?”

“Mr Raizada, being constantly happy and pretending to be carefree is actually a toxic positivity, people like these rarely talk about their feelings with anyone” Therapist further explained

“Okay! Thankyou for letting me know”

Arnav couldn’t stop thinking about the whole conversation he had with this therapist at the end of the session. A lot of things she said about toxic positivity and how it’s actually a coping mechanism made Arnav realize that’s exactly what Khushi does.

She always talked about everyone’s problems but her and always acted like she was happy. He never really paid attention to it as he thought that’s how she was, but that was until now.

The more he learnt about toxic positivity and how it can be a coping mechanism he observed Khushi’s behaviour more. He had started to understand that beneath that happy face, goofy behaviour was a girl, her inner child who was immensely hurt for so many reasons. It absolutely crushed him realizing that Khushi thinks her feelings aren’t important or that she never really had anyone to confide in.

“Khushi” Arnav called as he entered the room

Khushi was sitting on the bed, all set surrounded by Snacks. Today was Friday and every Friday they watched either Hollywood or Bollywood movie.

“Arnav ji! You’re right on time, I was about to select the movie for tonight” Khushi said expressing her excitement.

“Khushi we need to talk!” Arnav said in a little serious tone

Khushi’s face expression changed when she realized that the movie night was off today.

“But Arnav ji! What about the movie-"

“Forget about the movie! There’s something we need to talk about” he said while sitting down with while holding her hand.

“Khushi, are you happy?” He asked

Khushi chuckled at his question and said “Ofcourse! My name is Khushi after all”

“No Khushi! I am seriously asking are you happy?” He asked in a concerned voice

“I don’t have any reasons to not be happy, I have such a great husband, great family, everything is going well in my life” she said with a smile

“But Khushi! You never talk about your feelings or your internal conflicts” he said

At this point Khushi was avoiding eye contact with him intentionally as she knew where this conversation was heading.

“Khushi I want you to know that it’s okay to talk about your feelings” Arnav assured her

“I do talk about my feelings” she said while looking down.

“Khushi! Are you really okay?” Arnav asked

And this one question was enough for Khushi to trigger her emotions. She immediately started breaking down and Arnav pulled her towards himself allowing her to rest her head in his chest.

Khushi was completely breaking down, like she never did before and Arnav was crushed as he had never seen her like this before, but then again no one’s ever asked her “How she was” regarding her feelings and inner conflicts. Because everyone always thought Khushi is the happy person even during her darkest times.

“There’s just so much hurt in the heart I don’t even know where to start” she said while sniffing

“You can start from wherever you want to, I am here, I am listening to you” he reassured her again

For the first time in her life Khushi was opening up to someone about her wounds and regarding how she feels. From Bua ji’s biased behaviour towards Payal, to Shyam stalking her and harassing her verbally and almost sexually and Arnav’s abuse as well.

“You hurt me too Arnav ji! You hurt me a lot” she said while looking at him with teary eyes

Arnav’s face was full of guilt, as he started realizing how much he put Khushi through from the day they met.

“I am sorry Khushi, I am so sorry” he said with a cracked voice, he knew that sorry wasn’t enough to fix every messed up thing he did to her but he was clueless about what else to say

“Your actions hurt more after you forced to marry me, I kept asking you what was the reason but you only said to me that I hurt you, it was killing me each time I thought about what I did to hurt you. And…and when you called me the biggest mistake of your life a part of me died” she said while being in the most vulnerable state.

“I know Khushi! I know that no amount of sorry will fix the damage that I did. You know I react impulsively, and I was stupid to call you the biggest mistake of my life. I didn’t mean it, it was just due to the heat of the moment. Because Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, you’re the best thing that has happened to me in my life, you make me a better person, you inspire goodness in me, you understand me like no one does, you changed my black and white vision, you made me believe in love. And yet I kept hurting you” he said while getting vulnerable

Khushi looked at him, she could see that Arnav truly regrets what he did in the past. Khushi did hold him accountable for the pain he caused her but she also knew he was the man she loved and is in love with. She had allowed Arnav to be vulnerable in front of her and yet she understood where he came from, she understood that things weren’t easy for him either and biggest part was that he was changing and being a better person everyday

“Realizing your mistake is better than apologizing and I am proud to see you leaning on that way Arnav ji” she said while holding his face

“You and me, we have both have endured a lot in our lives, we have made plenty of mistakes. But with each mistakes we have realized what wrong we have done and we are trying to be better in our own way. After all we’re together in this” she further added

“Always and forever” Arnav said while pulling her towards him for a hug.

- Rubi

[blorboselfshipping]

I really don't know why it's impossible for me to write first how my s/is and f/os meet, I always skip to my favorite parts (although I guess that's the whole point of the self-indulgence)

Anyways, I wrote this in a flustered blur, I'm simping hard-core for rat dad, help *yeets*

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In the lair, the noisiest area was without a doubt the kitchen. Sure, the dojo could get pretty loud, the sounds of training filling the evening air, and the common room was perfect for movie marathons or the rare party. But, those were only noisy when filled with the whole household; the kitchen hummed with energy at every hour.

Fluorescent bulbs whined, the neon diner sign on the wall buzzed, even the fridge muttered along underneath it all. When the boys were up, coming in and out of the room, it was easy to ignore the underlying cacophony. 

However, the kitchen only had two occupants this late morning. There was a weak chill in the air above ground, sapping heat from the concrete walls that surrounded Rose and Splinter as they talked at the table. With freshly dried tea leaves in their mugs, the kettle warming on the stove, and a portable space heater below the table, they sat closer than what was strictly necessary. Occasionally their feet would brush, but they were both pretending it was due to the desire to keep the hot air of the heater on their skin. 

It was late for them, even as the bright sun climbed to its peak aboveground. The boys were with their friends, the Mutanimals, for the day, leaving Splinter free from the need to rise earlier. Rose loved these slow moments she stole away in this busy life with her friend. 

Although, she'd been struggling to only think of him as a friend lately. 

When she'd jumped to this dimension, Rose didn't think she would find anything warm or colorful in this cramped maze of a metropolis. The trees were so bare and everything seemed to be washed in a gray light, like stepping back in time. But down here, this family was bright and fun, comfortable in their unusualness. It was like discovering a long lost, beloved quilt from childhood. Rose hadn't realized how much she had missed having a family until now. 

If the boys, April, and Casey were the unique patchwork in the middle, Splinter was the bold, thick border surrounding them all. Strict and unwavering, to be sure, but also woven with a brilliant gold shining thread, highlighting and supporting his family.

Rose could see it in the way he understood Michaelangelo's talent where others saw just a hyperactive mess; in the way he supported Leonardo’s growing confidence as leader; in the way he didn't shy away from Raphael's temper, only withstood the heat to try and hone it; in the way he acknowledged Donatello's kind heart just as much as his intellect. Every passing day brought new reasons for Rose's heart to give up the ghost and just admit that she was falling for Splinter.

But how to address it? Was it worth the fight when who knew what tomorrow would bring, when they still didn’t know what the Kraang’s next move was? For the last month and a half, Rose’s tracker had laid dormant and quiet in her bag. She checked it periodically anyways, never wanting to miss the moment it might spring back to life and pull her away, through the next portal. 

At some point it had begun to feel a bit like self-torture; being torn between her goal of taking down the Kraang, giving them the justice they deserve, and staying with the people she’d come to love like family. 

On the stove, the kettle released it’s steam, the sharp whistle bringing Rose back to the present moment. She blinked, aware that she’d drifted into silence, but it was comfortable and unbroken like Splinter had known her thoughts were too important to interrupt. She liked that, liked that he gave her space in her mind, never pressing for conversation. It felt like the perfect, warm spot of sunshine you would find in the woods under a tree, inviting you to sit and stay for a while. 

Splinter stood and retrieved the pot, moving just behind her to pour the steaming water into her cup. Rose leaned back, enjoying the closeness and the gentle touch of his hand on her shoulder, and decided it didn’t matter right then. She was so tired of running after something that had only hurt her. The Kraang had taken everything from her, ripping her childhood and her family away from her. They’d left her at the bottom of a deep, dark well to try and claw her way free, desperate for the touch of star and moonlight.

 Here, in this tiny, grungy subway-station-turned-kitchen, Rose realized she could see the tiniest hint of light at the top, and it gave her strength to stay. It gave her the strength to reach up, slide her own fingers between Splinter’s, to turn in her seat and look up at the man who had shown her a way out. Rose didn’t think she was mistaken to recognize the look in his eyes, certain it was the same as her own. 

Splinter let a rare kind of smile draw across his face, soft and filled with affection, and turned his hand to lay a palm on her cheek. Rose let her own smile grow and pressed his hand closer, her heart stuttering just a bit. 

It hardly took any forethought to lift her chin and meet him halfway in the space between, their lips touching once, twice. Time slowed its pace, the moment hanging like the moon from a string, starlight blooming in the air around them. Splinter was reluctant to draw away from Rose, only pulling back enough to allow their heads to rest against each other. There was nothing else. It was only them, the universe standing still as they took their second chance. 

[the-silent-hashira]

SPIDER WEB, for the ask game?

SPIDER WEB - How intertwined would you say you and your partners lives are?

that depends! i know some of them are far more attached than others.

Cross? Cross could go weeks without talking to me and then send me a 10 page letter about everything hes been doing and seeing, maybe a few little pictures here and there. he probably wouldnt talk about me much, and i dont care about what he does out there because i know that he loves me. we do work for the same organization, but our relationship isnt something many know about.

Clef probably could go a few days, he would talk about me occasionally but if you pointed out how much he did it he would make an effort to not talk about me as much. he likes being private, unless hes actually with me. again, work together, but some people very much notice his attachment to me.

GHB... he talks about me a lot, he likes getting my advice on things, and often will make the excuse of 'lemme ask my matesprit- he says no.' without messaging me at all. he values my opinions and wants me involved in the things hes doing. cant really go without working for the Highblood when youre a purple, and he is obvious, so everyone knows. (i like fucking with people though by making it a jumpscare)

Lucifer couldn't go a few hours without feeling sad that im not there. he will probably skip or cut meetings short if he misses me too much, he'll ask me for advice on many things and will often beg me to join him for things. if you didnt know i was married to him, you are either under a rock, new here, or just an idiot.

I feel like nobody would know Ozma even has a partner, full separation from his public life and i respect that as long as he still cares about me.

Bob is like Lucifer, hes a lost puppy and since i share him with my girlfriend if one of us wasnt around he could deal, but he starts getting sad after a while. plus, without me hes basically stuck in the house or he might genuinely get arrested and/or kill someone and get caught. nobody would really know about us and Bob, but thats because we do that on purpose. he is a wanted murderer after all.

Wally would love to involve me in anything, but i honestly like it when he pays more attention to my girlfriend since we share him too. everyone knows, its very clear.

Ozzie and Fizz are up. my. ass. if they get the chance it is puppy dog eyes. please pay me attentions. would talk about me if given the chance and will sometimes make situations where they can. kinda funny that most of my Hazbin/Helluva f/os are just straight up dependent on me most of the time lmao.

recently started shipping with Valentino, who would probably never involve me with work but likes being seen with me. its good for publicity, and he kinda values my opinions because i dont take his shit and can throw back just as much as he gives me. could be mistaken for coworkers or just fwb.

Diavolo and Satan... Diavolo would talk about me pretty frequently im sure, he gets excited when people ask him about any relationships he might have, and likes asking me what i think and being seen with me.

Satan and i like doing things together, and admittedly i really like doing silly things like going to plays and pretending to be in a mystery novel sometimes.

with Diavolo they would probably know because he would just say 'did you know my girlfriend, Uriel, says-' and Satan doesnt really talk about me but thats because he wants me to himself(and begrudgingly shares with Diavolo)

and recently i decided id say something about it, but i also ship with Eda, Lilith, and Belos/Philip from The Owl House. of which im not sure yet, but i know that none of them would necessarily talk about me much since my s/i with them is a fucking recluse that also hates being talked about in general so thats more a boundary on my side. my Belos/Philip is also way different from canon so 😅

wow this became long but this question interested me and i hadnt really thought about my impact on some of their lives honestly.

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

↪NSFW My Hero Academia headcanons, but they're ✨painfully accurate and cursed at the same time✨

Hi, how do I put this, Yes, I laughed way too hard while making this but I also had a dead serious face at the same time. Quick disclaimer that these are just for fun, and they're only mine, feel free to agree or disagree. Feel free to send me your very own cursed or painfully accurate headcanons. We can share. Also all characters stated are above 18 years of age.

List of characters I mention: Dabi, Hawks, Shoto, Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, All might, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Fuyumi, Natsuo

Warning: as I stated these are NSFW, 18+ minors shoo, do not interact minor who's about to interact 😡

↪Izuku is like,,,, a horny freak,,, he likes blowjobs more than he'd like to admit and he goes F E R A L when he's getting that 3000 swirl twirl broom vacuum suck, you can't tell me otherwise also, begs his s/o for sex without a condom. But respectfully, with bright eyes.

This is a todoroki exclusive shrine, give me a sec.

↪Fuyumi is a raging top. It took her a while to understand she was a supressed top but now that she embraced it her life is easier, don't pretend I don't know what I'm talking about. She WILL spank you

↪Natsuo probably stops midway of having sex, cries, and then has to be comforted. Otherwise he has perfectly good vanilla sex.

↪I know y'all thirsty about Dabi but, mans ain't having seggz. None. At all. He ain't. He probably smells like the time my friend burnt my neck with a curling iron, and he just dOeSn'T cArE about sex alright? He will fight you on that and probably burn you too, he's emo.

↪Shoto had never masturbated to the point he would come he thought it was supposed to be just five strokes and that's it and one day it was brought up as a subject and he said oh, there's more? I thought you were supposed to rub it a few times and wait for it. Everyone is looking at him like:

↪Bakugo slaps tits during seggth, as all of these, this applies to any gender, any sexuality. It's just that Bakugo. Slaps. Tiddies. When. He's. Too. Into. It.

On the subject of Bakugo he has NEVER has unprotected seggs and will NEVER have unless it's a long term significant other.

↪Kirishima once BEGGED his s/o for anal and when they finally said yes he got too excited and his penis hardened a little bit more than it should and he panicked and just went like "well oops I'm stuck" while sweating, not even thinking that it's possible for him to get soft and then out. Never asked for anal ever since then. Never will do so again.

↪Kaminari tried to tease his s/os nipples with his quirk okay? It should have been simple as that, but he got sweaty and water is a good vessel for electricity and well. For the next couple of weeks he was wearing plastic gloves and socks during sex.

↪Shigaraki really needs to come once in his life, like if he touches his dick it will crumble to dust so he either has a weird way of, you know,,,, doing it,,,, because how else would he pee, but at the same time I believe that sexual frustration adds a lot to a twenty year old with issues, prove me wrong but he needs one of those 3000 ompa balumpa vacuum twirl sucks too.

↪Hawks, uhm, let me just

He drinks canned coffee, you guys think he knows where the clit is? He IS willing to learn though. It takes him three to five times and then he's good.

↪Aizawa like, he,,,, sometimes he falls asleep during sefxs, he just, does. Sorry, if he has seggs, he falls asleep during it. I don't make the rules.

↪All might respects anyone too much to get it up to have sex with them, except for like that time he met izukus mom, like we ALL felt that right? We all felt that as a fandom or is it just me? But like he respects her but like he you know COME ON I WASN'T THE ONLY ONE WATCHING THIS SCENE.

[rosesloveletters]

💌 - Use this ask as an excuse to talk about your f/os as much as you want. :o)

Thank you, dear anon, for sending me this sweet ask and giving me a space to talk about my f/os as much as I would like. I would normally use this ask to talk about Jakob & Will, but I've already answered so many asks for them like this that I would prefer to discuss my paternal f/o a bit, since i've hardly posted about him before. Because of this, i'll be putting my gushing below the cut so as not to clog anyone's dashes with unnecessary self-ship postings about characters they didn't follow me for.

That being said, i'll now answer your ask:

for anyone who does decide to read this, my paternal f/o is terry benedict from the ocean's eleven trilogy, but i often refer to him as 'daddy' since that's literally what he is to me. i have only shared about him briefly on here a couple of times before, but i wanted to use this ask to speak candidly about our relationship and how he has become so important to me, perhaps more so than most of my other f/os.

last year, i had quite a rough go of it with my actual parents and it got so bad that there was a point when i genuinely believed that we would not be able to repair our relationship and that things would even out and return to normal. i don't feel like going into a lot of detail about my family life since i treat that as highly personal information, but for a while now i have felt somewhat isolated from my actual parents; it's been nearly impossible to connect with them in terms of the things that are highly important to me. i feel as though there is a lot they are missing out on because i believe the idea of me they have in their heads is incorrect and they couldn't be bothered to learn who i really am. if i try to talk about the things i am interested in or love very deeply, they either will pretend like i haven't said anything and not respond/continue or add to the conversation or they'll cut me off mid-sentence and start talking about something else entirely. this really has begun to bother me much more deeply within the past year and i've stopped sharing a lot with them of the things i'm doing or put value upon.

i feel very isolated because my thoughts, views and ideas on things can be drastically different to theirs and my handling of certain situations also differs very strongly most of the time. a very close friend of mine even told me yesterday that she had no idea how i was related to my actual parents because we're polar opposites, so it isn't just me who feels this way; i'm not internalizing this and perpetuating a false belief or anything like that because other people see it too when they're around my family enough (from the outside looking in, you'd never know my family was like this because everything seems completely normal.)

whenever i watched ocean's eleven for the first time, i didn't know terry was my father, only that i felt a very strong connection with him and the feeling was not romantic at all. i knew that i needed to be close to him and i could not say why, until i had watched the film at least two more times and it finally smacked me in the face: this man is my father.

it wasn't forced or planned or anything like that; the familial connection presented itself to me and suddenly, a lot of things about myself started making sense. I am very quiet and observant, something which neither of my irl parents can relate to or exhibit, but this is a very visible trait that terry and i share. even the ways in which we handle our work is very similar and reflected within each other; both of my irl parents hate being busy, but i don't. most of the time, i am not busy, but whenever i am, i love it. terry and i keep things very professional and we both keep to ourselves. our own thoughts and feelings are quite similar and we share much of our individual lives with each other.

i love him more than i can ever put in to words because he is a parent that i can actually connect with and feel like that connection is both reciprocated and valued in the ways i wish for it to be. my emotional needs are met, something i cannot quite rely on my irl parents to be able to do, nor can they seem to find the ability to listen to me or appreciate the things that are important to me and that i feel strongly enough about to speak of with them. terry gave me something i felt was missing from my life and suddenly things have started to make sense for me. he changed my life; i was very lost for the majority of the end of last year, but everything shifted when i discovered our connection.

there aren't many days that we don't spend in each other's presence and i already know so much about him and his life (i'm so deep into creating ocean's eleven lore, you don't even know.) He altered my existence in beautiful ways i never thought i'd ever experience and i think this just goes to show how important it is for selfshippers to have f/os that make them feel this way, no matter what the media is they're indulging in as long as it is safe and respectful and does no harm to anyone. i was terrified to ever share anything about terry, but i am over that now. he is someone whom i live every day for and someone i can count on to make me feel better when all i want to do is cry. not only does he love me because i'm his daughter but also because he loves who i am as a person and that's more of a meaningful gift than anything materialistic.

when i tell you that everything changed whenever he came into my life, i am legit not even joking. everything that was weighing me down suddenly felt like it was lifted off my shoulders and whenever i felt like i needed a parental figure with me who could meet my needs in the ways i needed them to be met, i'd spend some time with him and i'd be better in no time. i've not felt a stronger fit with any f/o before, except for jakob and will, who are my mains for a reason.

i finally know where i belong and why i never felt like i fit in anywhere - because i hadn't met my home yet. i hadn't met my family and now that i have, i feel like i just discovered a part of myself i never knew existed, but that has cleared up so many gray areas. i am now more myself than i have ever been, all because of one man whom i look up to and admire for everything that he is because he made a name for himself in the world. he worked for every bit of wealth that he had and i am honored to be related to such a hardworking, talented, intelligent, strong-willed, disciplined person who loves me more than any amount of money he has.

i will always love my daddy, no matter what, and i'll spend as much time with him as humanly possible because i've never felt better than when i'm with him. i finally feel like i've got a family home, a place to be, someone who i can relate to on a familial level that respects me as an adult person, meets my needs on a daily basis and gives me something i could never have in my real, day-to-day life. i don't have a big family irl and that is something i've always felt somewhat shortchanged on, but there's nothing i can do about it. with terry, it's just us and that's perfectly fine for me; he gives me more than enough love and all i really need is the connection that i share with him (one of his closest friends is also a f/o, but i won't get into that right now bc it's a long story that is mostly based on lore i've created.)

I don't need anyone in our family other than terry because he is what i wish my real family was like. he's who i wish i came to every day and could ask for advice, for guidance, for help, for ideas, for love... I look for little ways i can bring terry into all the tings i do because i want to make him proud and i've never cared about making anyone proud of me before, if that tells you anything about our bond. i've felt like a disappointment for the majority of my life and i am not even proud of myself on most days, but terry gives me a reason to try to do better and feel better and work harder and push myself. i'll never be capable of working as hard as he does or taking control of things like him, but he makes me want to learn how to try harder to meet these goals within my life and do better for myself. When i look back at the accomplishments i've made and how hard i've worked at jobs in my life, it makes me realize how much like him i already am and can be when determined.

i never thought i'd have any reason to have a parental f/o, let alone one that genuinely fit the bill, but terry meets all of the 'requirements' per-say. i love him so very much, so so much, more than words can ever describe and more than my emotions could ever express. the only way i know how to make him proud is to be more like him and to be the best version of myself that i can be. i value more parts of myself now because i know where they came from. selfshipping, for me, is ultimately a way to help me feel a bit better about myself and a huge form of self-love for me because i struggle with that massively in my daily life. terry just gives me what i need from a familial standpoint and i never want to know a world without him at this point.

perhaps it is silly to care about someone so strongly, but i do. i am me because of him and if i love him this much, then i can afford myself a bit of the same affection, right? I don't have to hate every aspect of myself because he would love me for who i am. he wouldn't want me to be anyone else so why should i try to change who i am to please others? i ask myself these questions because it's so hard to care about myself when no one irl seems to. i think that's why i feel so alone most of the time, because even the people i have in my life don't realize how badly i'm hurting and how alone they sometimes make me feel.

i realize that the things which are important to me are only important to me because they mean something for me, but i lack the kind of relationships with people who respect that i feel that way and listen to the things i speak about and value me for it rather than hoping i won't say anything or quickly finding a way to change the subject. what i want from the world, from my family, is to be treated the way that terry treats me. my daddy keeps me safe and makes me feel loved, valued, needed and never lets me feel as though i'm simply taking up space. He finds a place for me in his work (even though he'd prefer that i enjoy myself rather than spend my time working) and i help him as much as i can. i want to honor the Benedict name and be the best daughter i can be, which is something that i aspire to every day.

i can't imagine a world without terry and i can't believe that i ever knew one. i live to make my daddy proud and to be loved by him, for who i am now and whoever i become as the years carry on.

[leahseclipse]

Difficult day

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: (based on a prompt) Spencer and Reader give up coffee and help each other by trying to find ways to keep each other awake.

Warnings: Mentions of murder (not real, just ironically, don’t worry, nothing dangerous there.)

Word count: 2.3 k 

A/N: Hi there- so uh, this fic is rly meant to be a silly little one, so it's a bit whack,(and not rly written well to me) I just wrote it bc the idea was there and I felt like writing it at 1am……………...so hope u enjoy a bit lmao (also i never drank coffee once, so I just researched stuff online and wrote it)

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          Deciding to start the day without coffee probably was a bad idea to think about, it just hit them while they were talking, and Spencer sort of announced the idea.

“Hey, why don’t we try to give up coffee, and see if we can survive without it, you know.”

What a...excellent idea.

She’s now looking like a zombie, wandering around, and can’t resist the idea of closing her eyes. 

 Y/N has been up since 6AM, and it’s about...11 now. Which felt more like a whole day.

The worst of all, is that she couldn’t even bug Spencer about it either, he decided to do it as well, but at least, she has a coffee-deprived friend to support her.

The real problem, is that, Hotch might not be happy with the consequences, which are...sleeping at work, so, not working.

What a great day ahead of them, yay.

She’s probably making a fuss about it, as after a bit of searching, it only lasts about a few days or so, but right now, she just wishes it could stop right now.

She already knows that as soon as Spencer is going to walk in the room and launch the subject, a mountain of facts is going to fall, and she wouldn’t even be aware of how long it’s, and when it’s ever going to stop.

Because, even if there’s four facts (which isn’t about to happen), he develops each of them in the form of essays, which seems like a whole conference.

Y/N doesn’t mind, it’s not annoying, she likes to hear about it, it gives more knowledge and stuff, but when it ends to be an essay long, especially when she doesn’t happen to have drunk coffee, things get complicated, in terms of focus.

Such as, being slightly, just a little, really not much irritated, but mostly tired as hell.

Working is not in her plans at all. Sleeping is.

Taking a day long nap, as much as possible, but, fucking work, has decided to annoy her, as much as it could, with a wonderful surprise: a pile of papers, that you have to read, think about, write about- as you think about it, make sure it’s well described, filled out, so your boss doesn’t bug you with it, causing you to re-write it, which...makes you lose motivation, as you have to go through the whole process, which makes you...even more tired.

She seriously has no idea how she’s going to make it through the whole day, and strangely feels like the coffee machine has been mocking her since she arrived.

All she wants is to hide it with whatever is in the room, or smash it against a wall, but that isn’t...possible, as not everyone is doing ‘their challenge’, if that can be seen as one, because to y/n, it’s more of a torture.

If Spencer didn’t have that pretty face to protect, she would punch him in the nose as soon as he’d appear in front of her.

That wasn’t even her idea, she didn’t think that when she mentioned it, he’d take it seriously, resume the subject and make it real.

She really regrets talking about it, because he didn’t just skip it or talk normally, no, Spencer doesn’t do that.

He really had to take it as far as he could.

Now she possibly wants to kill him, but unfortunately remembered that he’s going through the same thing, and will probably want to either kill her, or attempt something less violent, such as making her talk about a subject that interests him on purpose and make an essay out of it.

And, of course, steal all ways of distraction, and make sure she can’t go, because he also ‘tortures’ her by asking questions, and when she can’t answer, he develops it even more which makes the rest of the essay late, and last longer.

Again, it isn’t in a mean way, just annoying her as well.

They often do that, find ways to annoy each other, it’s kind of a habit they picked up throughout the years, they both find it distracting and can be a nice way to distract each other when work happens to be quite annoying.

But, never has she thought that he’d take the joke to the point of what keeps her awake. 

That sneaky bastard even left a box of tea on her desk, and she would have probably thrown it out if it wasn’t so expensive.

If only he wasn’t doing it as well, oh, how she would have grabbed a knife from the kitchen to throw it at him.

Also, also, as if it couldn’t get any better, one of them had to stay awake, in case one happens to fall asleep.

Double the dose of fun.

She can’t wait to see him cross...the door.

Strangely, as soon as she told it, Y/N saw a well known face make his way through the bureau.

She even had to keep her from standing up and possibly strangle him.

He didn’t even stop to talk to other people, just said ‘hi’, and basic stuff you say when you arrive at work, and arrived at the conference room.

It happened to be empty, so she took the occasion and settled there.

“Oh, you’re already there? Thought you’d come in later.”

“I came early, because I knew that I’d ignore my alarm and possibly arrive an hour later than you...or not at all.”

“Okay. How are-”

“Dead. What about you?”

“The same.” Spencer said, as he sat up. “So, about it-”

“...knew it.”

“...why don’t we discuss so, you know, we distract ourselves from...the fatigue, and...all of the other effects that come with a coffee withdrawal?”

“Do I look like I have the energy to do that?”

“...no.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“To distract ourselves, as said.”

“My head hurts, I want to sleep, I’m pissed off, how do I even do that?”

“By trying to avoid bright lights...oh, yeah, that doesn’t work.”

“As figured.”

“So...if I understood well, we’re screwed for the rest of the week?”

“Exactly, genius.”

“Great plan.”

“It was your idea.”

“Can’t deny.”

“You could have chosen something else than fucking coffee Spencer.”

“I didn’t have any idea but that.”

“Come on. You always have a ton of stuff in that brain, and just on that day: nothing.”

“My brain lagged.”

“Oh, I forgot your brain is a computer now apparently.”

“It is one, I am my own computer, I just have a system that can fail, like a regular computer.”

“Which OS are you on? Genius OS? Because your ‘intelligent’ system sucks right now. I prefer Windows.”

“Hey, when we agreed to do that, insulting each other wasn’t part of the thing.”

“It’s the only thing I have in mind, because if I don’t do it, I’m either killing you, or sleeping to try to calm down. I could also do both. Murder, then sleep, and I just pretend someone walked in and killed you while I was sleeping.”

“...that’s not very nice.”

“It’s the nicest thing I’ll probably be saying today, so, enjoy.” 

“I didn’t know that included you being rude. I’m also tired, but I don’t act meanly.”

“Oh, sorry, did I hurt your feelings?”

“...yes.”

“Too bad.”

“Rude.”

“ ‘s not.”

“If you continue like that, you’re going to be the one keeping watch.”

“We agreed on the other one doing it if one of us falls asleep. None of us are, we’ll see when one of us sleeps.”

"Is this a contest or what? You know that the minute one of us puts his head down on the table, they'll be out if nothing wakes them up?"

"Yeah, I know. But if that's a contest of who can stay awake longer, you're going to lose, you've been on coffee much longer, prepare to suffer."

"You look dead, you're the one that's going to sleep first. I almost caught you dozing off when I walked in." 

"No you didn't."

"I did."

"...no."

"You're lying. That small "no" gave it all away."

"I talk like that in general. It's nothing."

"You talk like that just today. The only thing that hasn't changed is your squeaky voice."

"I don't have a squeaky- I have one."

"Told it."

"Oh, shut it."

"You'd be too sad.without my knowledge."

"No...I wouldn't."

"You're smart because of me."

"Mhm. 'f you tell so." She says, propping up her chin on her hands. 

"You're already giving up five minutes in. You're very strong."

"Am not. I'm just...putting my hand on my hands, just that."

"Just that."

"Exactly."

"You don't know...how to lie properly." He said, stretching up a bit. 

"You're going to be sleeping in a bit too."

"Don't you know me by now? I'm stronger than you."

"Hm. Elevator accident."

"That doesn't count."

"You had a small voice."

"I was just scared, okay? I- I don't like being in small spaces for too long."

"Says the 'strong man'."

"Okay, I'm not as strong as I said, but just a bit more, because being at your level equals being weak."

"Hm. Okay." Y/N lazily responds, as a pair of heels begins clacking onto the floor, the sound growing closer, until a familiar face comes in.

"Is there a meeting I wasn't informed of or what?" Garcia asks.

"No, we just sat here. Trying to stay awake, and y/n is that close to sleeping."

"Shut up, you were about to as well."

"And you're just here like that? Imagine if Hotch even found you guys."

"Yeah that'd- y/n. Y/N." Spencer raised his voice, trying to get her attention.

"Let me." Garcia interrupted, walking to her as she shook her. "Y/N, wake up and stand up, you two are going to follow me."

"Hm…? Where?"

"You're going to stay in my office for a bit, but just for today. I'm taking a risk by doing that."

"Do we get to sleep there?" Spencer asked.

"Just for a bit. Not all day, I'm doing you guys a favor here, you're going to have to find a big way to thank me if Hotch finds out and yells at me."

"Deal." Y/N answers, quickly stretching as she stands up, lazily walking to the exit along with the two.

*

It's been just half an hour until Hotch begins to wander around, wondering why he can't find either of them anywhere.

He just saw them walking in, and now, they're nowhere to be found.

No one else saw them since, and the only person left to ask would be Garcia, she's been in her office all day.

Just when she begins to make her way back, a stern voice calling her name interrupts her.

"Garcia. Did you see Reid and y/l/n?"

"No, I haven't seen them all day..must be doing work." She answers.

"They're in there, aren't they? They're nowhere else."

"...maybe?"

"They're supposed to be working, and I doubt that's what they're doing right now."

"But Hotch, leave them; this is how true love starts in fanfiction. Don't you see it?"

"Fan what…? I really have to get you drug tested some day."

"Fanfiction you know, it's stories that people write, it's all cute, in some they fall in love and all, so, that's why you have to leave them, they fell asleep on each other, and it's so cute."

"Garcia, I thought you agreed to stop reading that stuff at work, didn't you?"

"...I read them on breaks." 

“Fanfiction or not, love or not, they’re not supposed to be sleeping, so, please don’t force me to break that door to come in.”

“Don’t yell, they were really tired, so I...offered them to stay. Mostly because I wanted to help, but also because they’re so cute, I couldn’t resist seeing them sleeping together.”

“That depends on how quick they can wake up.” Hotch announces, stepping to the entrance of the room.

When they both step in, you’re both sitting on chairs and Spencer is sleeping against y/n’s shoulder, while her head is on his.

As soon as Garcia wishes for Hotch not to wake them up, he steps further in the room, clearing his throat as his foot tapped against the tiles.

It didn’t take much for them to wake up, everyone knew that when Hotch’s voice was to be heard, you definitely had to be awake if you wanted to avoid a sermon. 

"I'm awake, I'm awake!" Y/N stated, as if it could make the situation somehow better.

"Reid." Hotch said.

"I'm there, I- oh, did I...fall asleep on your shoulder? Sorry for that."

"As much as I'd like to reassure you, Hotch is behind, so that'll have to wait."

"Oh...sir." 

"Care to explain?"

"Well uh...I don't think I actually have one."

"...we didn't have coffee for a day or two because we decided to stop so, yeah."

"Does this even look like a valuable reason?"

"No." They both admit.

"If I see this happen again, you're aware of the consequences."

"Yes sir." Spencer responds.

"Absolutely." Y/N answers, as the eyes of the group follow Hotch leaving the room, a sigh exiting their lips. "That was...the worst moment of my life."

"You two are disappointing, I was so excited to see a real life fanfiction, but you had to get caught."

"Garcia it doesn't exist, stop reading these. It's not like we're in love."

"It's because you don't know how to recognize true love y/n. You're a newbie."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Fairy tale stuff, you know. The couple falls in love, eventually gets married, has kids , and everything ends well."

"I think we should talk to Hotch about getting you to take a drug test or other." Spencer pointed out.

"We should."

**

[cherrypieships]

the amusement park: chapter two

A/N: whew omg it’s been a while since I posted! Anyway I’m back and better than ever with part two, the finale of the amusement park!! This chapter includes a trigger warning for fake blood and cult mentions. It's a haunted house, so it isn't a real cult, but I'd rather be safe than sorry <3

Ship: davey jacobs x pepper simmons (s/i), featuring my best friend V and my gf Khourey and their respective f/os, race higgins and jack kelly!

Summary: When the sun sets on Canobie Lake park, the amusement park turns into a Halloween extravaganza, where Pepper and Davey find themselves paired up once more.

Once the sun had dipped onto the horizon, the last dregs of color fading from the sky as the stars came out, the group found themselves heading towards the sides of the park, where the haunted houses were set up. Mickey looped their arm through Pepper’s, pulling her close and pointing out the performers walking past; a clown with a chainsaw, a long-haired girl in a tattered hospital gown, a man wearing a pig’s head as a mask.

“So they basically walk around the park and try to scare people.” She explained, and nudged V so they could listen in as well. “But little kids sometimes wear these little glow-y ball necklaces, see? And the performers can’t scare them.” She pointed out a pair of kids walking past, both of their t-shirts illuminated by spiked plastic spheres attached to long black cords. Sure enough, the actors walked right past them.

Vi pushed their bottom lip out, turning towards Mickey. “That’s so fucking cute.” They cried.

Pepper smiled. It was pretty cute, and a good idea on the park’s part. “Do they wear them into the houses?” She asked curiously.

“I fuckin’ hope not.” Jack scoffed. “I wanna get scared, I’m not here to miss a good haunted house cause of some kid.” He smiled when Mickey swatted him. “What? It’s true!”

Mickey’s eyes rolled. “Yeah, but don’t be a dick about it.” They chastised, going to swat him again, and as their hand made contact, Jack snatched it and brought her fingers to his lips for a kiss.

Averting her gaze, Pepper felt something cold swirl in the pit of her stomach at the casual intimacy. She focused on the gum wrapper on the ground beside her shoe instead of whatever that feeling was.

V’s knuckles rapped against Pepper’s forearm, a gentle knock for her attention. “Hey, I gotta hit the bathroom, you wanna be my buddy?” They asked, though the raise of their eyebrows gave the impression that the question was simply a formality; there was no option.

Making the journey to the restrooms a short one, Vi didn’t even pretend they had to pee, instead moving to stand in front of the mirror and check their eyeliner. “So are you gonna make a move tonight?” They asked, voice quieter than usual.

Pepper sighed, of course this was the reason she was in here. “Dude, I don’t fuckin’ know.” She said, exasperation travelling across her features at even the thought of confessing her feelings. She’d talked a big game about it before, about how she loved Davey, about how she’d confess her feelings for him the second she got the idea he liked her back, but truthfully she was… well, she was scared.

Vi barely looked up from the mirror, but their expression softened. “Obviously you don’t have to,” they reassured. “But I bet that if you don’t at least ask how he feels he’ll never tell.”

Pepper rolled her eyes. “That’s because there’s-“

The door to the bathroom flew open and Mickey blustered inside, annoyance clear on their face. “Okay, how dare you two leave me alone with those idiots.”

V grimaced. “Oh shit, sorry. I just wanted a minute to see what was up with Pepper and Davey.”

Mickey’s lips pursed, eyebrows raising onto her forehead. “Oh shit okay what’s the deal?” They asked, moving closer.

Against her better judgement, Pepper leaned her head against the bathroom wall. “There’s nothing to tell! I don’t have any plans to tell him, and there’s no way someone who talks as much as Davey would have a crush on someone and not say something.” She looked pointedly at her best friends.

“That… is an excellent point.” Mickey acquiesced.

Vi lifted a finger. “Or! Maybe that’s the way you can tell that he does like you.” They moved toward the sink to wash the eyeliner remnants from under their fingernails.

“What?”

Mickey nodded. “Oh, no, I totally get it.”

“Get what? What are you talking about?”

V smiled, turning to put their damp hands on Pepper���s shoulders. “You just said Davey never shuts up.” Pepper nodded slowly. “He’ll talk to you about anything, right?” Another nod.

“But he never talks about what’s up between the two of you.” Mickey finished. “Literally, even if Jack asks, he brushes him off.”

Brow furrowed, Pepper turned back to Vi, who was grinning. “If you don’t ask, he’ll never tell.” They clarified, an echo of their earlier statement. “Don’t fucking focus on what he says, bitch, you have to ask about what he’s not saying.”

Terrifyingly, that made it click. Something welled up hot and thick in Pepper’s throat, hope or fear she couldn’t tell. Whatever it was, she wasn’t budging at her friends’ optimism. “You two are reading too far into this.” She countered weakly.

Mickey grabbed her hand, squeezed it a few times. “Listen, we’re not pressuring you.” They explained, and Violet hummed in agreement. “You don’t have to ask him anything or tell him anything, if you just wanna vibe tonight, that’s totally cool.”

Just like that, the tension melted from Pepper’s body, her psyche apparently pleased at being left alone for the moment. She looked between her friends, Vi’s warm smile and Mickey’s kind eyes, took a deep breath, and went back out into the park.

Back where the boys were waiting, the curtain to the first haunted house had lifted, and the line began to move. Jack waved them down with a smile, and they gapped into the line. He pulled the park pamphlet from his back pocket and flipped to the back, where the haunted house attractions were listed. “Okay so we started next to the big spinn-y thing. Which is… the cult one, The Culling.” He announced.

“Yeah, Jack.” Race deadpanned. “It’s on the sign.” He pointed above the line, which, sure enough, boasted the name of the site.

Jack swatted his friend with the pamphlet before tucking it into his back pocket. “I knew that.” He grinned, throwing an arm around Mickey’s shoulders and pulling them closer.

Davey nudged Pepper’s side. “Partners?” He smiled, offering his elbow as their group stepped up to the banister blocking off the entryway.

She ignored the wink that Vi threw at her, and looped her arm through Davey’s with a blush and a simper. “Hope we don’t die in there.” She mused.

He patted the hand she’d placed on his bicep, warm in contrast to her poorly-circulated own ones. “If we do, we’ll die doing what we loved.”

Her head tilted. “What’s that?”

“Kicking and screaming.”

Pepper crumpled into a fit of laughs as the employee lifted the bannister. “Have fun.” The woman at the entryway smiled, her eyebrows raising mischievously.

Race and V went first, obviously, Race throwing his arm across their shoulders and pulling them close. Mickey and Jack went next, Jack’s hand curled protectively into the back of her shirt as they ducked through the curtain. A billow of dry-ice smoke kicked out at her and Davey as she gripped his arm tighter, moving through the curtain and into a room flooded with red light.

There was a man in the corner, a pair of bloodied goat horns protruding from his head, who growled lowly at them as they walked past. Davey cast a look in his direction, following in the footsteps of his friends, and they heard Race scream further up ahead. Pepper laughed a little at that, the adrenaline beginning to swirl hot in her veins.

The next room was full of actors, at least a dozen kneeling frozen in mock prayer, and the woman to Pepper’s right let out a broken wail, making her jump. Davey’s hand came to grab hers again, this time his fingers tangling with hers. He was laughing gently at her fright, something that might have pissed her off if it had been anyone else.

They passed through a hallway full of strobelights and white walls painted with bloody handprints, the thrum of electricity the only noise for a moment, and Pepper opened her mouth to ask when the Cult Stuff would start, when a man wearing a decaying goat’s skull for a mask barrelled around the corner, making both her and Davey scream.

She curled into his side, awkwardly stepping on his shoe as she did, and watched the man with enormous eyes as he tilted his mask curiously at them. Davey laughed a little, and whether he was trying to laugh off his fright or genuinely enjoying himself, Pepper couldn’t tell.

They rounded the corner, careful of the actor who’d popped out at them, and turned into a room seemingly devoid of anyone, except for Mickey and Jack, who were giggling as they shuffled into the next room. The walls were tall and painted white, a hidden projector playing a black and white video reminiscent of those old war propaganda commercials. It was too loud for Pepper to hear anything properly, but she could catch snippets of the voiceover, “Join us in… the great and powerful… be afraid…” as the video flicked between church services, goats on farms, hypnotic black and white spirals.

Davey tilted his head at the screen. “Christians, am I right?”

Swallowing a laugh, she jutted her elbow into his side. “This is not the time, David.” She snorted, coyly tugging him closer by the anchor his hands provided. Fuck it, why not get close to him while she had the chance?

The end was in sight, she could see the cool blue light of the outdoors pouring in from the other side of the final room; one that was lined with pews, with a goat-headed preacher at the front, holding a black leather-bound book and screaming about the end of days. The church (cult?) -goers were in various stages of worship, some with their arms in the air, some reading their scripture, some sobbing towards the sky. A shudder ran through Davey, one so intense that she felt it in her own skin, and she wondered, briefly, what was so freaky about this particular scene that he-

SLAM

The actor in the pew she’d just passed closed his book with a deafening bang. She jumped, screamed so loud it felt like the sound had been ripped from her teeth, and didn’t realize she was shaking until Davey’s arm encircled her, speeding past the latter half of the room and out of the first haunted house.

Pepper swallowed a mouthful of fresh air, held it for a few seconds, and released it with a pleased laugh. She turned her face up to Davey’s, ready to ask him if his heart was racing the way hers was, when he cut her off, gripping her shoulders like she’d disappear. “Are you okay?” He demanded.

Her eyebrows pinched together, her smile melting at the way his eyes were blown wide. “Yeah? I-I’m fine?” She said, reaching up to grip his wrists. “What’s wrong, are you okay?”

Every hint of expression faded from his face. The fire left his eyes, his hold on her softening, his jaw and browline going slack at the realization. “Yeah, I… I thought he-”

Race’s hands landed on either one of their shoulders. “Hey, Jack wants to know if you guys wanna do the hotel one or the factory one next, we’re at a tie.”

Pepper turned to him, blinking back the heat in her cheeks. “Oh fuck, okay, we’ll be right there.”

There were four more haunted houses, each of them with a bit of walking distance between them. Davey didn’t release her hand until they’d cleared the last attraction.

---

Still reeling from the adrenaline rush of the haunted houses, the group made their way toward the back of the park where the Ferris Wheel resided. Violet and Race were skipping down the lanes, their laughter fluttering in the cool autumn wind. Mickey and Jack were walking in front of them, their pinkies linked as they recounted their haunted house experiences.

Pepper tried to ignore that Davey was still so close to her.

His voice broke her out of her thoughts.

“Which one was your favorite?” He asked, the back of his hand brushing against Pepper’s as they walked. He was looking down at her, nose all rosy and cheeks flushed. He wore autumn so well.

She pursed her lips as she thought. “The cult one.” She settled after a moment.

Davey grinned. “Mine too. Or the hotel was really good.” He turned to her once they reached the line for the ferris wheel. “Y’know, when that guy back there slammed his bible closed I thought he hit you.” His fingers twitched, like he was waiting to reach for something.

There it was. The reason for his earlier freakout.

Laughing lightly, Pepper shook her head, curls falling in her face as she tried to dispel any of his remaining worry. “Oh God, no. Isn’t that illegal, anyway?” She focused on the ferris wheel ahead of them, the eighty feet of blinking lights and rocky baskets that they’d be shoved into; anything besides the bewildering look that was back on Davey’s face. Ahead of them, their friends were being ushered into passenger cars. Jack planted a kiss to the side of Mickey’s head and whispered something into their ear that made them grin.

Pepper tried not to be jealous, and failed.

Beside her, Davey was rambling again. She tuned in right in the middle of his spiel. “It’s some kinda torture house, basically. They just wail on you for like ten hours, and they film it, too. You have to sign a waiver and everything, and it’s like, forty pages or something. I watched a video of this one girl who went there and she said-”

“You two all set?” The ride operator asked, her smile bright as she cut into Davey’s rambling.

He blinked, like he hadn’t realized how close they were. “Oh, um. Yeah, I guess we are.” He resolved.

They clambered into the rocky car and belted themselves in, waited for the attendant to lock their door, and began their ascent.

Immediately, Pepper felt the wind chill. “Holy fuck, it’s freezing up here.” She barked. Davey’s cardigan was warm, sure, but the cold air cut through it like a knife.

Davey turned to her and readjusted the way he was sitting, opening up his arms. “I know, c’mere.” He wiggled his fingers and everything and, well, how was he supposed to say no to that?

She scooted closer until her leg was pressed right up against his, and her upper body curled into him. They’d done this before, a million times, when watching movies or at parties when it got crowded, or when she asked him to read to her, and Davey, ever the wonderful companion, never complained-

Oh.

Oh, no.

That was what her friends meant.

Davey’s arms wrapped around her tight. Without thinking, her arm did the same. “Better?” He asked, pulling back to look down at her.

Pepper smiled with her heart in her throat. “Always.” She said, and looked up at him.

And there he was. The same Davey as always, with his pale skin and round hazel eyes, now grinning down at her like she had hung all the stars in the sky just for him. Here he was, and he was so close that their noses were almost touching. Not correcting strangers who thought they were dating. Holding her hand and giving her his clothes and sharing drinks with her. Here he was- and she was confused.

His mouth twitched, the way it always did when he was worried. “You okay, Pep?” He asked, quieter now.

A slow nod. “Yeah… just, um, thinking.” She responded. He opened his mouth, eager to ask more, but she cut him off. “About us.” She said, feeling bold now.

Davey’s eyebrows just about skyrocketed off his face. “Us.”

“Yeah.” Pepper’s hands were shaking, but she didn’t think she could stand another minute of this. All of her affections bottled up like a powder keg while he played with them so nonchalantly. “Davey, what are we?” She hoped the question didn’t come out as raw as it felt, but she could almost taste the blood on her tongue.

“Oh.” His shoulders dropped, and he looked away. His arms didn’t move from around her, but his eyes were flicking back and forth. “We’re… you’re… m-my best friend and...” He scrunched his eyes closed and took a deep breath. “You’re my best friend and... I’m so stupidly in love with you.”

Pepper sat up as the Ferris wheel stopped. They were at the top now.

“I know that’s a lot to throw at you, I’m sorry, but all day I’ve just been thinking about you and about how much it feels like you’re this missing piece of me, you know? Like every time I need someone you’re there, and every time I talk about you to anyone I get this big grin on my face. And then earlier when that lady said what she said, it just felt so right.” He’d been gesturing wildly with his hands until she grabbed them.

She pulled his hands into her lap, encasing them with her own cold ones. “Davey.”

He sighed with a wry smile. “You can tell me no, Pep, it’s okay. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Davey.” She tried again.

“And it’s not gonna ruin anything, I promise. I love you but that’s not gonna make me turn into an asshole, I still care about you as a friend.”

“David.” She grabbed the sides of his face in her cold hands. His jaw was tense. “I love you.” She said, plainly, the way you would state any other fact. The sky was blue, the Earth was round, and Pepper Simmons loved Davey Jacobs.

And for once, Davey- sweet, lovely Davey- didn’t start talking about love, or about basic heteronormativity, or fucking haunted houses. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her.

Any great novelist, or even just your average writer, always compared a great kiss to fireworks. But this, Pepper thought, was better than any fireworks she’d ever seen. It was coming home after a long night. It was sitting by a fire on a cold winter day. It was years of sharing beds and writing texts in secret languages, of sitting at each other’s family dinners, of shared secrets and pinkie promises, playful teasing and pathetic yearning, all wrapped up in a soft press of lip to lip. It was Davey. Of course it was. In retrospect, nobody else had ever stood a chance.

Pepper was giggling when she pulled away from his lips. “I love you.” She repeated.

The lights of the amusement park were glittering in his eyes. “And I love you.” He was beaming, their foreheads tipped together. Then he started laughing, soft and slow and bubbly, as though he were savoring it. “Oy, we’re so ridiculous.” He said as the ferris wheel began to turn again.

She could’ve stayed there for days, looking at each of the freckles on his face like little star clusters in her vision. If there were ever a photo she could keep framed on the walls of her memory, it would be this; his smile, the ivory skin around his eyes crinkled as he laughed. She was laughing too. “Yeah, we are.” Her head leaned against his shoulder, a sigh escaping before she could stop it. “How long?”

There was a beat, and she knew Davey was thinking. “Um, four years maybe? It was the summer before junior year of high school, I know that much.” The thumb of his right hand, still around her, began rubbing at her shoulder.

Pepper sat upright, aghast. “Oh my God, you’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not.” He grinned.

“Holy fuck.” She snorted. “We could’ve been doing this for years!”

Davey poked her side, making her laugh in turn. “How about you?” There was the look in his eyes again, and this time she recognized it. Dreamy, warm, a little vulnerable.

“Senior Prom. Remember we slow danced together?”

The ferris wheel stopped again, this time with them at the back. “Yeah, holy shit. I was so nervous that night.” Pepper laughed, head tossed back. “I’m serious! I was so sweaty, I’m surprised you didn’t comment on it.”

“Your hands were like holding clams.” Another poke, this one less playful. “It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. We’re here now.”

A kiss landed on her cheek, warm in stark contrast to the biting cold. “I can’t believe this.” He was laughing. “I can’t believe you liked me back.” He said.

Pepper nuzzled her nose into his neck. “I know. I can’t either.” She rested her chin on his shoulder, looked up at him and sighed.

He turned back to her. “You know they’re not gonna leave us alone, right?” He asked, tilting his chin towards the baskets below them that held their friends.

“I’m aware,” she mumbled. “I mean, they did call it.”

His lips curled up into a wry smile. “I know they did.” His fingers found the long strands of her hair, wrapped themselves in them. “Race and V haven’t left me alone about you for like, two years straight.” He shrugged. “And oh my God, if I have to hear Sarah and Les talk about it one more time I’m gonna explode.”

Pepper’s jaw dropped. “Sarah and Les were teasing you?”

He scoffed gently. “Are you kidding? They tell me to shut up every time I talk about how pretty you are.” And yeah, maybe she should have expected that, if he truly had been in love with her since junior year of high school, but Pepper’s body reacted quicker than she could recognize, her cheeks going hot and nose scrunching as a smile broke across her features.

“Well,” She said as the ferris wheel began to turn again. “Lucky for us, we probably have some time to kill before we have to face them again.” She bit at her lower lip, glancing up at him and hoping he would catch onto her proposition.

And, since Davey had always been smart, he did. “You’re right.” He breathed, and then leaned down to catch her in another kiss, one that went on, well… a little longer than the first.

Later, they had to face their friends, red-faced and smiling as they admitted what had happened. They had to endure a good hour’s worth of teasing, V and Mickey taking the opportunity to deliver a few well-intended pokes to Pepper’s sides, and Race and Jack offering high-fives to her- well, she supposed he was her boyfriend now.

The two of them climbed into the backseat of Race’s mom’s minivan again, this time hand-in-hand and sharing warm laughter. Davey stole another kiss from her, giggly and content, and promptly leaned his head on her shoulder to get some rest.

She supposed everything else could wait.

[fakeloveaskblog]

['Kay, let's! (Thumbs up) Don't worry, it's easy to forget that kinda stuff.]

A'right. *makes candy cigarette out of thin air and gives it to Remus* Just so we're clear? I don't mind that you were in rehab at any point. Also, you factually cannot start rumours with me; who would even tell? Karen from HR?

As for the thing at the party: It isn't pretty, but if you want to remember that badly, then I can… I don't think saying it is going to cut it actually, Remus, not really. But I can't… yeah, no, won't make you watch that again, so saying it will have to cut it actually.

I'll give you the barebones of what went down—like ripping off a bandaid.

Remy was at the party, you remember that part, right? They went there with their… awful boyfriend, Virgil, who was the one who blocked them from contacting you.

A very much drunk Janus decided to talk to them, accidentally revealed he knew their name (and thus knew them) and said awful boyfriend proceeded to… *deep breath* freak out and abuse them in front of everyone in the room, and also hit Janus when they tried to stop him. Last Janus saw he was drunk driving but, while I can't say they got there safely or… unscathed, Remy did make it "home" I guess. They're still in need of help though, which I hope they get. Do you remember now? (It's okay if you don't, trauma can be like that.)

The candy cigarette landed in Remus' palm. He held it up and pretended it was a person's head as he bit into it.

"Oooh snazzy taste" He sent you a bright smile "See? I'm eating it, with my mouth! Me and Rowan are going to the doctor to get the ng tube removed next week!"

He let up into a toothy laugh at your joke. At the same time his shoulders relaxed.

"I dunno dude. I'd just thought demons kinda had giant gossip orgies or something" He scratched at the back of his head, a small smile was on his lips "Thanks for uh not thinking anything of my uhm rehab stay. That....Those months of my life were just a whole mess so I sometimes get nervous about people judging me for them"

Remus sat down on the hood of the car and crossed his legs in anticipation of hearing you retell what had happened at the party. He continued to chew on the candy cigarette. The chewing slowly stopped and the small smile slowly disappeared from his lips as you spoke, and as he remembered.

There was a vacant look in his eyes as he stared at you. You finished your message. Remus moved his hand up to his cheek and realized he was crying.

"I- I'm sorry-" He looked at the tears that had fallen onto his fingertips "I- I have no idea why I'm crying. I've never- it's not like I've ever been yelled at in a club-"

He buried his face in his hands and didn't speak for a while.

"....so....janus...was bleeding because of virgil..." He mumbled "and....and remy has me blocked because of...him"

He wiped away the tears but his arms stilled in the air after that. For about a minute he was still, only staring forward. His eyes went a bit hazy. Even when he moved again the motions were sudden and jerky, like a malfunctioning animatronic.

"sorry. might be. might be dissociating. its. its very. its okay"

It was silent for a bit longer before he continued.

"....yelling was...very rude...it was very rude of virgil...very....i dont...i dunno if it was abusive...yelling is very....though..its just that..."

Os had never been the type to yell. It was always the looks, the muttered (or worse, whispered) words or bitter laughs that had made Remus feel small.

But he did recognize getting grabbed by the wrist, nails piercing the skin, and getting dragged away against his will. He did recognize every one of his words being ignored or cut off when he'd tried to talk back (sometimes he’d been too high to speak. Too high to realize what was going on). He did recognize the insults, even if they had been hushed, that he was stupid, that he- everything about him- was messed up, that he was a-

He did recognize getting isolated from- from everyone really. But it had never been forced. Never blocking numbers or insulting people. Just low murmurs into his ears whenever he talked to someone else. About how they probably found him annoying, grating, disturbing, gross, a waste of time. Until he willingly turned the person away.

"...but that wasn't abu- it wasnt..." He mumbled.

Was it the yelling? Was that the thing that drove it over the edge. Every time he tried to think about Virgil as being abusive the fuzziness in his head got worse. The implications of it hurt. His brain wouldn't allow it.

"....sorry...sorry....just having a headache......i hope remy is okay...even if it wasnt..or it was...or...ow....i can go with janus to the therapy doctor sorry i mean words are so scrambled. to the therapist...on...on uhm...the wednesday i think.....hopefully i can ask if remy is okay then...but it couldnt have been...That....couldnt have..."

Remus shook his head and moved his hands around in kind of choppy flaps to stim some of the fuzziness away. He quickly checked his phone before standing up.

"It hehe it seems...like....like..rowan has forgotten about me. she usually texts when i can come up into the into the apartment....no message....so...so i will go on walk and buy some breakfast and then i will be fine. hopefully i find bottles to destroy or i bang my head so hard to music my brain explodes"

He chewed on the candy cigarette while pulling on his jacket. He gave you a quick glance.

"dont worry. i know how to handle the dissociation....walking helps......i...i hope remy is okay"

[paladinwife]

I'm sure you're already gonna get some but just to be sure, all of the mythology asks for Raiden :> (both of them or either, your choice <3)

Me blasting Rules of Nature as I answer this

Also because this is a lot this will just be Metal Gear Raiden! Baal will have to be separate

Zeus: How did you first meet your f/o(s)? How did you feel about each other at first?

So I’m still working through this, but: my theory is that the people that hurt and nearly killed Elise were involved with the Patriots (not that she knew), and so her pursuing revenge resulted in her basically accidentally walking in on the plot of MGS2. She and Raiden run into each other this way some time shortly after the whole incident with Rose (where, in this timeline, he won’t forgive her and refuses to take her back). After their chance meeting they actually start bonding and see each other more and more.

Hera: How did you first start your romantic relationship with your f/o(s)? How did the way you feel about each other evolve to get to that point?

And this jumps off perfectly from the last question! Like I said, after their meeting, they start getting closer and spending some actual time together. At some point, Raiden realizes he’s following Elise like a puppy, but he’s nervous considering how badly his last romantic relationship went. Eventually, though, his feelings win out and he does approach her about dating, and Elise is happy to accept.

Poseidon: Do you and your f/o(s) like to travel? If so, where do you like to go? Is there anywhere you’d like to go that you haven’t yet?

Raiden and Elise travel a lot for their careers, but I think they really want to travel together. First priority is to go somewhere with a nice beach and just have a relaxing time, I think. But there are so many countries they want to see together when they have the chance.

Demeter: What’s your favorite season, and how do you like to spend that season together?

Elise loves autumn - not only is it her birth month, but the weather is lovely, and she loves to have some tea and enjoy the leaves changing color. Raiden doesn’t have particularly strong feelings on any season, but he appreciates how happy autumn makes his wife, and also that’s it’s Wife Birthday Time. Besides, he has some unfortunate memories associated with spring.

Athena: Are your f/o(s) interested in any particular hobby or interest of yours? Have you taught them about it, or let them watch you, or anything similar?

Elise, particularly after getting some cyborg augmentation in her arms and hands, starts getting really interested in visual art, especially painting. Raiden doesn’t know shit about art, but he knows that what his wife creates is super cool and he’s so proud. Also, Elise is a bit of a fitness buff to try to keep the human parts of her body strong and healthy, and Raiden is more than happy to watch if not join her just for the fun and moral support.

Apollo: What do you like best about your f/o(s)? What does your f/o(s) like best about you?

Ask this question to either of them and their first response will be “everything”. They adore each other. If Elise had to pick one, it would be his strength - not physical (though she is impressed with what he can achieve there), but the fact that he just keeps going despite everything. She had a lot of admiration for him in that regard and does her best to stay strong too. If Raiden had to just choose one, he would choose her heart. Not only is she the first person to treat him kindly and let him just exist as himself, but he sees the kind and gentle way she handles other people. She has a lot of love in her heart for others, and he doesn’t see a lot of that, so he thinks it’s beautiful. Also, he’s quick to add, she’s smart as hell and he admires that so much.

Artemis: Do you have any LGBT+ headcanons for you f/o(s)? Do you share these identities? Feel free to share anything else special about your LGBT+ identities.

They’re both bi as hell. I’m aware that most of Metal Gear is very bi, but Elise and Raiden are both extremely bisexual and love each other in an extremely bisexual way.

Ares: Are you ever protective of your f/o(s)? Are they ever protective of you?

Oh, both. Mutual protectiveness. Raiden being protective of her is obvious, but at any given time Elise is ready to fuck up anyone that would dare hurt him any more. Also they’re both more than ready to fight each other’s shitty exes.

Hephaestus: Do you and your f/o(s) ever like to get gifts for one another? What kind of gifts?

Yes! I’ve previously addressed Raiden’s tendency to get Elise cheesy souvenirs when he travels - he likes getting her little things like that. He also likes picking up things that remind him of her. Elise is also aware of Raiden’s tendency to not get things for himself, but one time she bought him something nice that she thought he’d like and he has treasured it ever since. It’s not about the actual thing, but more about the fact she loves him, right? She also apparently gets him t shirts that say silly things because he loves them.

Aphrodite: How do you and your f/o(s) like to show love to each other? Feel free to include your love languages, if you find that helpful.

Raiden kind of struggles to figure out his own love language and shows love in multiple different ways. I think, though, his primary one is quality time, and he very much appreciates just being around Elise. Second is physical touch, as he ends up really loving giving physical affection to her and the warm feeling of her skin. Elise likewise dabbles in all of them to a degree, but she tends towards acts of service - she will constantly go out of her way for him in a way that isn’t lost on him. She also does have quite the way with words that makes him feel all warm and fuzzy.

Hermes: Was it love at first sight? Slow burn with lots of pining? How fast did your relationship progress?

Raiden fell very very fast. He was like a puppy following her around. In spite of his trauma, or maybe because of it, he melted at her kindness and care right away and couldn’t get enough. Elise was a little slower, but I feel like she was surprised at how fast she fell. They were both careful in progressing the relationship, given their trauma, but it’s hardly a slow burn.

Hestia: What makes you and your f/o(s) feel at home? 

Raiden’s answer is Elise herself. Before he met her he didn’t have anything that strongly felt like a home - recall that Rose got mad at him for having a mostly empty bedroom because he didn’t come back to it often. It was Elise being there that made him want to come home more often. It’s less about the location and more about coming back to her, you know? Elise’s answer is actually similar - she’s not from where they live now and has moved around a lot in her life. Her attachment is more with him than to the place.

Dionysus: What do you like to do with your f/o(s) for fun? Is there anything fun you’d like to try with them?

Actually? Watching movies together at home. Raiden has a strong interest in that kind of thing, and watching them at home means he doesn’t have to try to pretend to be “normal” around others, whatever that means. It’s kind of been their thing since their first date. They certainly try lots of fun things together, but that one is special.

Hades: Would you ever consider a pet with your f/o(s)? What kind of pet? If you already have one, what is the pet like?

Honestly he deserves a dog. Again I’m leaning towards a bigger dog, but I think he’d love any dog. Just give this man a dog and he’ll dote on it. I’m particularly fond of a GSD for him because he kind of reminds me of one.

Persephone: How different are you and your f/o(s)? How do you deal with each other’s differences?

Honestly, more similar than you’d think. Aside from some shared trauma, they’re both very strong and persistent, and they’re full of compassion for others. I just think their strengths lie in different places. Really the similarities helped them bond quicker.

Nyx: Do you have any children with your f/o(s)? Would you ever consider children (biological or adopted)?

Well, I’d consider John (normally mothered by Rose, but now mothered by Elise herself) their son. I also made the mistake of referencing “children” to Justice, implying more than one, so uh. Watch this space.

(Thanatos answered here!)

Hypnos: Do you like to sleep together or share a bed with your f/o(s)? If so, what position do you sleep in? Does anyone hog the blankets, or have a stuffed animal, or have nightmares and need the other for comfort? Anything else along those lines?

Anyone who has played MGS2 knows Raiden is not naturally comfortable sleeping with other people. It takes him a while, but he does get to that point with Elise. Even better is that he finds that Elise soothes his insomnia and troubles with nightmares a lot. They tend to sleep hugging each other, by Elise’s request but with his enthusiastic consent.

The Erinyes: How does your f/o (or f/os) respond to someone mistreating you? Do they confront the person? Do they comfort you? 

Raiden. Gets. Furious. He can’t stand the thought of someone mistreating his wife. He would fight them if necessary. But at the same time, Elise isn’t that different: hell hath no fury like Elise pissed off that you’re mistreating her husband, who has been through enough.

The Moirai: What is your “happy ending” for your ship? How do you end up? What kind of life do you want together?

It’s for them both to finally be at peace. They’ve been through so much, and now that they have someone that they can truly trust, they can finally let their guards down and just exist peacefully. I think that’s the happy ending for them, regardless of everything else about how they end up.

(Calliope answered here!)

Thalia: Discuss any fluff ideas you have for your ship. What kind of affectionate or sweet scenarios do you like best for this ship?

Raiden really likes holding hands with Elise. Not only is he tickled by how tiny her hands are, but he finds it very soothing. Sometimes it’s hard for him to pretend for the public to be a completely normal un-traumatized person, but her touch and her hand put him at ease. He asks to hold hands with her a lot.

Melpomene: Here’s your dedicated angst question: discuss any angsty or hurt/comfort ideas you have for your ship.

This is hard, since I see this as such a happy ship. But the one thing is: when it comes to their first child, instead of faking a relationship and devastating Raiden, Elise probably tells him what’s going on and goes into hiding to protect her and their child. She probably had to have his first child alone and desperately hope that he would come back to her alive, and that’s a pretty painful thought.

Euterpe: What song(s) suit your ship best? Any particular lyrics that fit well?

From Take My Breath Away, the titular song for the ship:

That’s pretty painful but also very fitting.

Erato: Does any canon ship remind you of your ship (if you like those)? What tropes or ship dynamics apply to your ship?

Remember the girlboss/malewife pair from FMA and how iconic that was? That’s them for sure.

Terpsichore: Have you and your f/o(s) ever danced together? What kind of dancing? Formal dress or completely informal jamming out in your home?

Oh definitely they would. Elise is the only one with formal dance training, but Raiden is a romantic at heart and wants a dance with her, formal or not. I can see them just slow dancing in their house, so happy they’re in love.

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

NSFW Alphabet.

-I started writing this up forever ago because I saw it around, figured I might as well, and then forgot. Pretty sure the original list was made by @/fairy-tail-babes, but do correct me if I’m wrong. Happy Sinday, feel free to steal.

A = Aftercare      ---Afterward, Nagito tends to be quite affectionate, if a little lethargic. He'll compliment his partner a lot, and whisper sweet and loving things in a low, soft voice. At times he comes across as a little clingy, even scared that the intimacy will end there and his partner is going to up and leave. But with plenty of cuddling, some softspoken words, and a nap, his partner is going to have one happy marshmallow on their hands. 

B = Body part     ---He doesn’t really have a favorite part of his own body. Nagito has never thought of himself as especially handsome, or especially hideous. In fact, he’s never thought about his appearance much at all. That said, if he S/O shows a preference for something (usually his hair or his eyes, let’s be real), then he will take better care of that part of him. As for his partner, he often has a strong appreciation for their hands, chest, and neck. He’ll find their hands fascinating because of the wonderful duality about them. Kissing their fingertips can be either the most chaste, adoring act in the world, or the most suggestive, with only the smallest change in technique. He loves that he can hold their hand in public around other people, but also during their most private, intimate moments. He can spend hours just watching his fingers entwine with theirs. As for the chest thing, aside from the obvious, one of his favourite places to kiss his S/O is just above their heart, and likewise, he will probably melt if they did the same to him. He considers his lover’s very life to be an absolute miracle, and the pinnacle of hope, so something symbolic of that - like their heartbeat - is comforting to him, and he adores falling asleep to the sound of it. And finally, aside from finding the curve of their neck very alluring, he likes kissing them there, and also just nuzzling while he holds onto them. It’s a very secure, comfortable place to be. He can hear them breathing, breathe in their scent, and block out the world for a little while. 

C = Cum     ---Nagito has something of a double standard in this regard. He finds his own viscerally disgusting (along with pretty much everything else about himself), but he’s very comfortable with his partner’s. He will probably go into shock the first time they swallow. He won’t hate it though.

D = Dirty Secret      ---The fact that he has a dirty side probably is his secret. He tends to assume that people will assume the worst of him, so if anyone knows he had a horny thought in his life, they’d probably think he’s a pervert, on top of being useless and stupid. Thus, such thoughts tend to come with a lot of shame and frustration for him, as does every desire for anything gratifying that he feels. 

E = Experience      ---No. Generally, he prefers only to participate in sex with someone he deeply cares for -- a preference he’d rarely ever stray outside of, and only under certain, strenuous circumstances. Between Nagito’s own selectiveness, and tendency to drive people away (either consciously or subconsciously), he doesn’t have many willing suitors. Rest assured, though, he’s very perceptive and a fast learner. It doesn’t take long to figure out what he’s doing. 

F = Favourite Position      ---Any position that allows for eye contact and plenty of touching. Bonus points if they’re close enough to kiss. He likes to look at his partner while they do the fucc, and marvel at everything about them. 

G = Goofy     ---At first, a little bit. He’ll laugh a lot as he does when he’s nervous, and may act uncharacteristically clumsy. Once he’s comfortable, it’s more a matter of what kind of what they’re about to do. Though, he’s never too serious to smile for the person he loves. 

H = Hair      ---The people want to know, and thus, they shall: yes. His hair is the same colour all over. Do with that what you will. 

I = Intimacy      ---Nagito is the type to go the extra mile to make every time special. It can honestly be a little exhausting, especially if he and his S/O already live busy lives. He spends a lot of time on foreplay, and will pour his whole entire soul into making his partner feel loved and special. Every. Single. Time. So yeah, as with all other aspects of his personality, he can be tiring and painstaking at times; but he’s always worth the extra effort. Every time with him is a whole experience.

J = Jack Off      ---Typically, something he does to blow off steam every now and again, with nothing in particular on his mind. When he starts to crush hard on someone, he’s surprised to find himself thinking of them more and more, even during his...private moments. The first time that happens, he’s surprised at how much more intense it makes everything feel, and he has to stop and take a cold shower. In part, because he wasn’t prepared for it; and in part, out of shame alone. Eventually he can’t stop himself and does finish and it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever given himself -- only to wind up not even looking that person in the eye for a good week. His fantasies while masturbating tend to be rather benign, too. It’s more abstract sensations - like the way a person smells, or the sound of their voice - than anything literal. 

K = Kink     ---You know, the whole #letnagitogetpegged2kforever thing started as a meme on this blog. It was initially “hey someone be nice to him uwu” and gradually evolved into, “for the love of god rail him please i swear”. In case it isn’t clear, I tend to use these kind of things as shorthand for my many, many rants on how Nagito is a Good Boy and Deserves Love, like the filthy apologist I am. It goes hand-in-hand with the running joke that his kink is love and affection -- though let’s be real, nothing makes him drop his pants faster than being made to feel loved, adored, and safe. Nothing.     That said, he will jump at the chance to be f’d in the a’, all the while insisting, “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to”. Plenty of kisses and kind words, and some light hair pulling, and he will fall to pieces. He also really, really likes going down on his partner. If his S/O is smaller than him, seeing them in his clothing and nothing else does Things he can’t quite explain. If his S/O is stronger than him, he finds he enjoys being manhandled a little or pinned, so long as they’re at a point where he’s totally comfortable with them. He enjoys teasing and being teased, and hearing whatever noises he can elicit from his partner. Praise works so many kinds of wonders. The first person to tell him he’s not actual human garbage for whom death is too good will own his soul, I swear.

L = Location      ---Bed. Yeah, I know. But it’s familiar, comfortable, and well-equipped that he can take his time and give his partner his all. 

M = Motivation      ---It’s really not difficult to get him going. If his S/O makes their intentions clear, all it takes is a few indecent words and well-placed touches, and his interest is piqued. He is very touch-starved, what do you want?

N = NO     ---As a general rule, Nagito doesn’t like things that remind him of unpleasant times in his life. Nor would he want anything to depersonalize the experience, undermine his sense of safety, or is likely to go wrong due to his luck. No pain, and as much as he might pretend otherwise, no degrading. If he actively asks to be degraded, it’s a sign that he’s too involved in his self-loathing to be enjoying himself, and it’s probably time to take a break. Nothing unsanitary. Nothing that keeps him from being able to communicate, even if he’s not very good at it. He wants very badly to enjoy being tied up, because the idea of handing over that kind of ultimate trust to his partner is thrilling. However, that’s the kind of thing that needs a lot of working up to. He’s been tied up before in his life. Didn’t go well for him.      As an aside, Nagito is, as we all know, very bad at communicating his limits, especially if he feels they aren’t shared. It will likely take some intuiting on the part of his S/O to help suss him out a little. He is how he is. But he’s trying. 

O = Oral      ---He doesn’t mind receiving, of course, but definitely prefers giving. He’s pretty good at it, too. Sometimes he’ll exhaust his S/O that way, and be quite content even if that’s all they do. 

P = Pace      ---Left to set the pace himself, Nagito tends to take things slow. Agonizingly so. He likes to make it last. Like I said: every encounter is an Experience. 

Q = Quickie      ---Quickies don’t work for him as a replacement for sex for all the reasons above - it’s just not enough time to do all the things he wants to do - but for leaving him breathless and wanting more, as a precursor to later on, they’re pretty effective. 

R = Risk      ---The word “risk” is a strange one for Nagito. Due to his luck, he can get away with a lot more than most people. This has probably lead to a share of escapades with the right adventurous-type S/Os. 

S = Stamina      ---You know, regrettably, it’s not the best, once the actual fuccing begins. He’s pretty easily overwhelmed. But what he lacks in stamina, he makes up for in every other way. He would never want to leave his partner disappointed. 

T = Toy      ---Nagito is not opposed to the use of toys, either giving or receiving. Generally speaking, he’s pretty open-minded about trying new things, and if they work out, he’s happy to incorporate them into their regular routine. 

U = Unfair      ---Yet another long-running joke on his blog is that Nagito doesn’t deserve rights because he is a bottom. And you know what? That’s fair. Most of the time, he will default to - and be comfortable in - a more submissive role. But that isn’t to say he won’t be just as gifted at, and have just as much fun, taking control of things every now and again. And for someone so polite and composed and otherwise relaxed, it’s almost disorienting how easily that switch is flipped. Nagito has a silver tongue and a strong knack for finding peoples’ weak spots. He can tease his partner for hours, and if that wry smile is anything to go by, he really, really enjoys it. What I’m saying is, Top!Nagito is very powerful and should be feared.

V = Volume      ---So, you know how it’s physically impossible for him to shut up at any given moment? Yeah. Outside of his usual rambling about how his partner is a perfect, wonderful person who he loves with all his heart, interwoven with other filth not at all for polite company, he moans and whines a lot. Especially as he becomes more and more worked up, and less and less coherent. Sometimes he will try to muffle himself with his hand or a pillow (particularly early on while he’s still self-conscious); most of the time, he won’t bother. At a certain point it may be nearly impossible for him to control the sounds he’s making, so if some quiet is needed, it may be up to his partner to find a way to keep his mouth occupied. 

W = Wild Card      ---Nagito has an intense fascination with intricate lingerie. You know, the type that has a million straps and pieces and whatnot. Not just for all the obvious reasons -- he really does enjoy trying to figure out how all this complicated clothing works, and can spend ages just tracing it all with his fingers in amazement. RIP to the S/O who was trying to rile him up to make things move faster. What can he say? It’s the puzzle-solver in him. 

X = X-Ray      ---Slightly above average. He’s not overwhelming, but nowhere near disappointing, either. Once time, an anon submitted a logical deduction that explains this in full. I fucking love this community. 

Y = Yearning      ---His sex drive isn’t too high, but it’s high-er when he’s alone with his S/O more. In case it isn’t crystal yet, sex is primarily something he uses to express the way he feels about someone, and seek the contact he’s so desperate for. The deeper he’s fallen for someone, the stronger his desires will be -- or at the very least, the more likely he is to honour them, rather than bury his need for love and pretend it doesn’t exist.  

Z = ZZZ      ---He tries. He really does. But after a long session, he’s probably too tired to stay awake for very long. It seems only appropriate to end this list as it began: with plenty of cuddling, some softspoken words, and a nap, his partner is going to have one happy marshmallow on their hands.

[nyandereneko]

🧡💙🌷 for anyone u like!

@zero-arcana aaaaaaaaa thank you so much for the ask!!! I’ll do these for Saruhiko because he’s one of many precious characters whom I love with all my heart and soul 🥺🥺

🧡 - What's an unpopular opinion you have about your f/o?

Hmmmmm this is tough...oh actually I do have one, it’s a bit controversial but I guess that’s the point of having an unpopular opinion, right? I hc Saruhiko as “bi gray-aromantic asexual” which, as “convoluted” as some may see that label, basically I hc him to be biro-ace like me (which I do with pretty much all of my f/os) but with aromantic leanings because...that’s just how I see him lol. But most of the fandom portrays him as strictly gay, which is fine, I mean I’m not here to police anyone. It can just be overwhelming sometimes, especially considering his fanon ship content in general

💙 - What trope does your self ship fall under?

Oh damn this is an interesting question I’ve never really thought of...I’m not super familiar with the labels for a lot of shipping tropes but if I were to summarize it, I guess I’d say for my “original” ship verse with him it’s like he’s my superior who trains me and I end up falling for him even though I know/pretty much everyone tells me not only is he basically off limits but he’s not interested on top of that lol...in the ship verse I’ve been leaning towards interacting with more lately, we’re kind of like enemies to lovers lol?? Because he initially helps Nova escape her abusive social circle, but then they get separated for a bit and when they reconnect he’s like “leave me alone and pretend like we never knew each other” but they end up falling for each other again anyway...well, they never stopped liking each other, Saruhiko is just stubborn and pissy fheislfhes but it’s understandable

🌷 - How different is your f/o in your head compared to canon?

OOF HE’S...REALLY DIFFERENT UNFORTUNATELY HFILSJFLSE canon Saruhiko wouldn’t give Nova the time of day, he’d tell her to fuck off and if she didn’t listen he’d just stab her and leave her to die like she is SO far from the type of person he’d ever be interested in dealing with...she’s actually probably like the exact type of person that would piss off/annoy him the most...but my personal feelings/trauma and subsequent need for comfort and camaraderie, to know and love someone who understands my feelings/position to a certain extent because they’ve suffered similar emotional abuse/damage and therefore we can hopefully help each other heal by filling in the gaps of what we weren’t able to get from others...that need is just too strong so I don’t care and I made him soft fhiseljfleskfs

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Strawberry, Neapolitan, Raspberry Ripple, and Cherries 'n' Cream? (Proton) (And don't feel guilty for reblogging these! You do whatever you want buddy~)

Ice Cream Flavors Ask Game!

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Strawberry: What’s the sweetest thing your f/o has ever done for you, and vice versa?

Peter’s done a thousand sweet things for me, it’s hard to think of what could be considered the Best. But he’s really generous and understanding when I’m upset. A couple of times I had a really bad night - lotsa stress, crying, and no getting myself to do hero work - he came over to my place and stayed with me till I felt better. He listened to my problems, let me cry on him, then made me some tea and put on a movie for me. He didn’t make me feel guilty for not being able to put on my mask that night, despite that he probably would have in my shoes.

As for me, I would say it was when I comfort him, like when he had trouble balancing his life, when his aunt died, or during his breakup with MJ. Also when I took care of him when he broke his back. But you know what he’d say? When I recreated the burgers from his favorite diner that closed (the headcanon that you gave me X3).

Neapolitan: What is your f/os favorite ice cream flavor?

He strikes me as either a Mint chocolate chip or a cookie dough kind of guy. Maybe both. (yes I used this very meme to give me flavor examples)

Raspberry Ripple: How would (or how did) your f/o propose to you (or how will / how did you propose to them)?

Ohhh boy…time to skip to the future again. OK. I don’t know if this is actually gonna happen, but this scenario keeps playing out my head. Peter pretends to call in a favor from Spi.derman 😉 and has “Will You Marry Me Katie” strung up in a web among the high rises like freakin’ Charlotte’s Web over here. He makes sure I’m at work away from the internet, so I don’t see it streaming before he gets to me. Again, might not happen, but the idea’s in his mind.

Cherries’n’Creme: What’s the most intimate moment you’ve ever had with your f/o?

Okay this one is actually a bit sad. It was shortly after Aunt May passed, and Peter was having a really hard time letting her go. It didn’t help that his relationship with MJ was on the rocks, but after this loss, he started to feel like everything around him was falling apart, even if it wasn’t. I give him all the time he needs to mourn and move on, but I do tell him that if he ever needs to talk, I’m willing to listen. One day, I reminded him of this when I caught him looking especially grief stricken and depressed, and to my surprise, he accepted my offer. Peter opened up to me about the inner struggles he had kept to himself for years: how he doubted his abilities as a hero, if he had what it took to keep this up, if he could truly be happy, whether or not he could get close to someone without losing them - and if his aunt and uncle would be proud of them if they could see him now. I didn’t have all the answers, but I helped and listened as best as I could; and when he started crying in front of me, I put my arms around him and followed suit. I loved Aunt May too, but it was also seeing Peter so broken that devastated me.

The point is, that was the most open and trusting he had ever been with me; and while I’ve poured my heart out to him a couple times before, this was different because these were his deep dark secrets he was telling me. It was also the most I’ve ever expressed my love for Peter without actually telling him.

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   Been thinkin’ ‘bout my self-ship woes, so I guess it’s time to come clean and confess.... Relating to the post I made earlier in the morning, where I had mentioned talking abt F/Os I do like, but haven’t listed or...generally accepted at all. For one reason or another.

   So here we go!!!

Purple Guy [FNAF]: Starting off with the big guns!! I think the one in particular I’m for is the William PG, but I could be wrong...? The most I can confirm is the abandoned Reb PG, cause that’s the specific type/design I ended up latching onto. I know he’s a shitty person, I know he’s a child murderer... Don’t get me wrong. This is def ones of those “only in fiction” crushes; as someone with younger siblings, a person like PG would make me sick. However, I figure I’d have to deal with that kind of “Fiction = Reality” bullshit even though I know how to watch myself on that, so-!!! Here we are!!!!

Marionette [FNAF]: While I’m on this train, my other top fave, Marion. I’d probably only ship with them as far as my animatronic SI (but have general “self-insert” stuff bc I actually own a big ol’ plush of Marionette, too), but...... There’s so much questionable with Marionette and the entire FNAF series that isn’t the night-watch (like Mike and Jeremy) that.... I just can’t get on board with these two. And it kinda sucks.

Rhys & Handsome Jack [Borderlands]: I want to lump these two together bc my reasons for not shipping with them are essentially the same: I know someone who already self-ships with them and I prefer to dodge out of as much drama as possible. I don’t want to make people unable to hang around me cause I make them uncomfortable, so I’d rather keep my mouth shut. I’ll talk about these two behind closed servers all damn day, but here? On this blog?? Public spaces????? No fucking way.

Deadpool & Loki [Marvel]: I...ship with them, I have it on my “verses” page....but I don’t have them listed. Why? Who knows. Likely a mixture of the above (I know people who already ship with them) and- in the case of DP- I do have a crackship with him and another character that I value more than any self-insert stuff I could do.

Masky/Tim [Marble Hornets]: A mystery. I do already ship my OC/self-insert from a Reader Insert story I was writing with him!! So why won’t I fess up on this blog? A big ol’ mystery I may never solve, honestly.

Oz [Monster Prom]: Curious. Don’t know a lot about him yet. Maybe. IDK. We’ll see or something...

Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond [Steven Universe]: Not even gonna lie that I’m totally one of those people who would do this. Cause I’ve been amazed by Rose’s growth through the series, even if it’s the kind of “growth” that means we see all the flaws in the once “perfect” gem.... But for some reason, can’t bring myself to do it. Not even because of Greg or anything (if anything, I wouldn’t mind forming another poly ship, cause that’d be the sweetest thing), so.... I don’t know. And who knows if I’ll ever get around to doing it. / _ \

Lucio, Bridgette, & Genji [Overwatch]: Another big ol’ mystery. I love these characters a lot! Yet never really talk abt them!!! Which...sucks. But again, heck if I know what I’m doing or if I’ll ever own up to liking them like I do. Sometimes, I just let myself never admit to things and pretend they aren’t really there/that important, slfdjsklas;dlfkj.

Devil & King Dice [Cuphead]: Again, I’ve seen other people ship with them and the fear of bothering people triumphs my own desire to be happy. Also because I literally cannot seem to design my SI the way I want her to be...and I’ve tried to draw the two before. It. Was. A. Nightmare. So I’m in Suffering Town with these two, uugggghhhhhhh.

   And...on one last, final note...... I wanna point out some F/Os I’m super insecure about. Mostly cause I want secondary advice... I don’t want to let them go, but I’ll be honest: some are making me nervous to have them and I hate it and I don’t know what to do about it... So any help would be greatly appreciated.

Dororo [SGT Frog]: It’s just one of those things where you like a character....but do you really like them enough?? I just.... I don’t know. I might have to let him go...

Gundam Tanaka, Nagito Komaeda, & Hajime Hinata [SDR2]: This...is predictable, if you know the Danganronpa series.... I’ve never said it out loud (cause I hope I would never have to), but I only ship with these characters as aged up to match me. I used to ship with Komaeda in high school myself, actually, so while I’m often okay with it for a bit.... I keep feeling like I’m being quietly judged for them. @ _ @  These three have- sadly- been a source for a lot of anxiety for me and while I might be okay with letting go of Hinata and Gundam if push comes to shove, I would not be as okay with letting go of Komaeda.... Reblogging him more to my main to avoid the judging feeling hurts and I just...... I don’t know what to do.

Wes [Pokemon Colosseum]: I just...don’t talk about him a lot...and the fandom is super small for the console PKMN, so that...really doesn’t help matters. That and it’s hard work to find any art of him on his own without ship implications between him and his partner, so..... A c k. I’m cursed, with this one.

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SERVERTALE CHAPTER 4: Multiple worlds, multiple problems

Toriel is getting the pie ready. She cuts the pie in pieces and places one piece on the plate. The pie is a little bit burnt, but that still doesn’t take away the taste. Toriel goes to Fisk’s room to give her the pie. Since Frisk is still sleeping, Toriel just leaves the pie on the floor and exits the room. She goes to the doors that are blocking the exit to Snowdin. Toriel sits down at the doors and checks if Sans is there. Toriel: Sans? Are you there? Sans: yeah, tori, i’m here. what’s up? Toriel: Sans… A human is in the Ruins. She’s a young girl. Sans: really? does anyone else know? Toriel: only the small monsters. Oh and I met Blooky while I was working, he said he met her as well. Sans: did the human hurt anyone? Toriel: No. The child doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Even when Flowey attacked her, she didn’t want to fight back. Sans: i told you that you shouldn’t trust that flower. he only causes trouble. Toriel: I know, but still, I feel like there is something… more about him, that he refuses to show. Sans: you saying he has a good side or something? cuz trust me, if he has one, then i dunno about it. Toriel: I’m not sure… Sans? Can you promise me something? Sans: depends on what that promise is. Toriel: If the child reaches these doors and passes them, can you please protect her? Sans: …I’ll try my best tori. Toriel: Thank you my friend, I know that it will be more than enough. Sans: no problem. see ya soon. Toriel: Goodbye. Sans gets up and starts walking back to Snowdin. While he’s walking, he notices that Error is back, but this time, he’s at the middle of the path. Sans: error, what are you doing here? weren’t you tracking that x-event thing you told me about? Error: i wAs, b-but thE whOle s-sitUation gOt me i-inSpired. Sans finds the way error said that suspicious so he gets ready for an attack, but Error notices. Error: d-don’T worRy, I didn’t m-mean it liKe t-that. I saW t-the flaw iN tHeir pLans. Sans: and who is it that you’re talking about? For the first time, Error sounded completely normal. Error: All of them.  Error uses the code to create a picture of everyone he’s talking about. He points to the window where Cross is. Error: hEre we h-have tHe maIn h-hero… oR v-villain, i’M not s-sure yet. All hE e-ever wAnted is tO h-have a noRmal world, bUt h-he gOt ca-carried away, n-naive. tHat’s w-When this chAra tOok o-over. bUt, hE dOesn’t haVe a woRld t-to crEate, He h-has a poi\nt tO proVe. ThAn we haVe I-ink. Our kn-knight iN shiNy arMour, bUt witH a-a sElfish heArt. hE doesn’T caRe w-whAt happEns to tHe v-Ictims. They’Re a-all jUst colLateral d-damage neceSsary for b-building art for hIm. anD hEre w-we haVe D-dream aNd hIs b-broTher niGhtmAre. yoU cAn t-tell by tHeir nn-namEs tHat they’re a dYnamIc d-duo. aNd at t-thE end wE haVe a-all thE smaLL p-pawns f-fRom theIr Aus t-that arE getting thrOwn i-in thE chaoS. Anyway, i d-didn’T comE h-herE to gIve you aN i-introductIon s-stoRy. As i a-alreaDy tolD y-you, thEir plaN is f-flawed. They’rE moVing thE pArts of cOde, daMaging iT and makIng it u-unstaBle whIle d-doing sO. I tHink i gOt a solUtion f-for tHat p-proBlem. I-nstead cUting out the c-code, i-i’m goNna copPy it, whIch will p-prEvent anY damaGe f-from beIng m-made. T-that’s whY i’M herE. Sans: ok, i see where you’re getting at and i won’t get in your way, but if you even think of tou- Error: d-dOn’t worrY aBout p-papYrus, a-after aLl, yOu can’T miSs soMeone you’Ve neVer haD. Sans: wait. you don’t have a brother? Error: i d-dOn’t h-have anyonE. tHats w-why i’m tRying tO recReatE yoUr c-code. if i s-sucCeed, tHe a-anti vOid won’T be eMpty a-anymOre. aNd if i d-don’t, i caN a-alwaYs erasE tHe c-copies. Sans: i understand. i’ll help you out in any way i can. Error: tHanks, b-but theRe’s no neEd for t-that. Sans: well… good luck then. Error: yoU knoW w-what? i tHink i-i’m gonNa caLl you BIOS from nOw on. Sans: ok… Error opens a portal to the anti void. Error: anD r-remember, hUmanity is n-not as baD as yoU thInk i-it is. doN’t be afRaid t-to relY oN it w-when tHe tiMe comeS. Before Sans can say anything, Error already walks through and closes the portal. Sans: these conversations just keep getting better and better. 2 hours later Sentinels of the ancient’s HQ, Ebott city Ramirez is looking through the latest city reports, when a thug runs in the room, clearly tired form running. Thug: Boss! Ramirez: What is it? Thug: We have… a reported… break in… at the computer warehouse. Ramirez: How do you know that? Thug: A scout… says he say 2 cops investigating the area, using radios, he believes that someone was in. Ramirez: Who was in? who are the cops. Thug: We don’t know who it was, but the scout identified one of the cops. It was officer Lopez. Ramirez: I don’t have the time to go there myself, tell Cobra to send a squad there, the objective is finding the cameras and checking if someone entered the digital realm, not fighting cops. Thug: Yes, sir! The thug does as ordered and looks for commander Cobra. Meanwhile, Ne is listening in on their conversations from a nearby rooftop using hidden cameras he placed a few weeks ago. Ne: So someone was sneaky enough to get past the cops and Ramirez wants to find out what happened. Looks like I have a race to win. Ne jumps down to the ground and creates his motorcycle using magic. Ne: Lets break some speed limits! Ne pulls the handlebar, gaining speed and goes around and between cars on the road. The police already knows about him and they don’t want to waste time on trying to chase him, so he has an easy trip. After a minute of driving, he is at the warehouse. Ne: Ok, let’s see what kind of footage i can find here. They should really upgrade their security here, but still, it just makes things easier for me. Ne finds the recordings and starts watching them. He sees Frisk entering the warehouse, her hiding from the policemen and finally, her entering the digital realm. Ne: Frisk, what the hell did you do kid? I have to delete this before those idiots get here… Actually, I could have some fun here. His visor light turns into a smiley face for a second. He transfers all of the recordings to his helmet’s OS and takes USB drive that he found next to the computer. Just as he was getting ready to go, he sees 4 thugs getting out of a car. One of them has a 9mm, second guy has an baseball bat and the other two have combat knives. Ne starts to laugh. Ne: What is this, amateur hour? I expected something more chalenging, like assault rifles, explosives, or anything… He points to their equipment Ne: better than that. Thug: We don’t need rifles or bombs to take you down! Ne: It’s ok, I understand that there were money losses lately. The thugs are clearly mad now. Thug: Enough with the talking, lets just kill this fool. The thug with the 9mm starts firing at Ne, but he blocks all of the bullets with his magic enforced panels. When the gunman is out of ammo, Ne dashes towards him and knocks him out with one punch. The thug with the bat tries to hit his head, but Ne ducks under it and kicks the thug, making the guy loose balance, and fall to the ground. The two thugs armed with knives attack him at the same time, with one of them trying to cut his stomach, while the other one tries to stab his neck and they both miss, because Ne phase shifted above them, hitting the both with the neon energy he fired from his hands and knocking them out. The guy with the baseball bat tries to get up, still stunned from the kick, but is knocked out as well, by another kick to the head. Ne: well that was fun. Lets do that another time. Ok, now, lets get these guys into a nice wild goose chase. He looks at the computer and the small bag Frisk left when she was teleported. Ne: Whatever crazy plan you came up with, I hope you know what you’re doing Frisk.   Frisk is starting to wake up. She sees a pie on a plate. Chara is awake as well. Frisk: Good morning. How did you sleep? Chara: I didn’t. Frisk: what? Chara: It probably has something to do with the fact that I’m a ghost. Frisk: So what did you do the whole night? Chara: Mostly nothing. I was just looking around, listening to Toriel passing by and guarding you. Frisk: Guarding me? Pfft, what were you expecting to happen? Chara: I dunno, maybe a monster would get in the room and try to attack you. Frisk: And how were you planing to protect me? Chara: Well that ghost saw me, didn’t he? That means i can probably fight ghosts and if the intruder is an other type of monster, I would just wake you up. Frisk: And I’m gonna pretend that you staring at me the whole night isn’t weird. Chara: Exactly. Frisk gets out of bed and grabs the plate with the pie. There’s a fork in it. She takes the fork and tries the pie. It’s still warm and very delicious. Frisk: How is it so warm? Chara: Probably fire magic. She still makes it as perfect as she used to. Frisk: Wait. You can taste what I’m eating? Chara: Looks like it. Frisk finishes eating the pie and goes to explore the house. She starts with the rest of the hallway. When she gets to the mirror at the end of the room, Chara just says “It’s you”. Frisk continues to go and find Toriel. Toriel is sitting in a chair in the living room, reading a book.  Toriel: Up already, I see? Um, I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here. There are so many old books I want to share. I want to show you my favorite bug-hunting spot. I’ve also prepared a curriculum for your education. This may come as a surprise to you… But I have always wanted to be a teacher. … actually, perhaps that isn’t very surprising. STILL, I am glad to have you living here. Oh, did you want something? What is it? Chara: Oh, this is going to be hard to explain. Frisk: Toriel? I am very thankful for the home and food you gave me and for everything else, but I need to continue going through the Computerworld and get back home. Toriel: What? This… this Is your home now. Um… would you like to hear about this book I am reading? It is called “72 Uses for Snails.” How about it? Frisk: Sure… I guess. Toriel: Here is an exciting snail fact. Did you know that snails… Sometimes flip their digestive systems as they mature? Interesting. Frisk: Yeah… it is. Chara: This is bad. She isn’t going to let you go. Frisk: Toriel, I really need to continue traveling to the next area. Toriel: … I have to do something. Stay here. Toriel gets up from her chair and starts walking way faster than normal to the room that separates Ruins from Snowdin. Chara: Oh, no, I know what she’s trying to do. Quickly, go after her! Frisk starts running after Toriel. She finds her standing in the beginning of the hallway. Toriel speaks in an emotionless voice. Toriel: You wish to return “Home,” do you not? Ahead of us lies the end of the Ruins. A one-way exit to the rest of the Computerworld. I am going to destroy it. Chara: I KNEW IT! Toriel: No one will ever be able to leave again. Now be a good child and go upstairs. Toriel continues going forward, but Frisk and Chara are too determined to give up now. Toriel: Every human that falls down here meets the same fate. I have seen it again and again. They come, They leave, they die. You naive child… If you leave the Ruins… They… ASGORE… Will kill you. I am only protecting you, do you understand? Go to your room. Do not try to stop me. This is your final warning. Toriel continues to walk towards the doors and Frisk follows her to them. There is nowhere else to go. Toriel: You want to leave so badly? Hmpf. You are just like the other one. There is only one solution to this. Prove yourself… Prove to me you are strong enough to survive. Toriel blocks the way! Without Frisk even telling her, Chara uses the code to check Toriel. Toriel ATK 80 DEF 80 Knows best for you. Toriel makes a swarm of fireballs around Frisk. She barely dodges the fireballs, still feeling their heat. Toriel looks through her. Frisk attempts to talk to Toriel, but she doesn’t say anything because she can’t think of any conversation topics. Frisk shows that she doesn’t want to fight, but Toriel still keeps on attacking. Now, She moves her arms, creating fireball waves in front of them. Frisk dodges one wave and the other distinguishes before it hits her. Frisk is still trying to stop their fight. This time, Toriel takes a little bit longer before she makes her next attack. She prepares another magical attack. This time a fireball hits Frisk, hurting and slightly burning her. Frisk fails to contain a small yelp from the pain and the heat of the attack. Toriel is acting aloof. Frisk still doesn’t fight back. Toriel is slightly confused by this. Toriel: What are you doing? She creates another sweep attack, but Frisk manages to somehow dodge it. Before she has time to regain balance, Toriel throws another wave, dangerously damaging her. Fisk cries out in pain. Chara’s ghost body is frozen by fear. Toriel creates another wave. Frisk is on the ground, almost completely unable to move. The fireballs travel at high speed, but all of them go around Frisk, actually dodging her. Toriel: What are you proving this way? Frisk is still barely moving, just holding her glow stick in front of her as a last defense. Chara starts to regain control of her body and calms down a bit when she sees that Toriel won’t fight anymore. Chara: I think it’s over. Toriel makes a small wave, giving Frisk time to slowly get up. She is gasping for air, shaking from the pain that’s going through her whole body after every move, but she still colets enough energy to somehow stand up. Toriel prepares for an attack, but there isn’t one. She realizes that there is only one way this battle is going to end. She stops attacking. Toriel: I know you want to go home, but… Frisk still does nothing, taking deep breaths, still fighting her injuries. Toriel: But please, go upstairs, now. Frisk still doesn’t move, because she is determined to continue and because moving again would probably make her fall to the ground. Toriel manages a weak smile Toriel: I promise, I will take good care of you here. I know we do not have much, but, we can have a good life here. Frisk stands still, apart from shaking, holding her good arm over the wounded one and her stomach. Toriel: Why are you making this so difficult. Please, go upstairs. Frisk just looks at her, basically begging with her eyes. Toriel realizes the amount of injury she has brought upon her and starts to feel ashamed of her actions, remembering her last attempt of stopping a child. Toriel: Pathetic, is it not? I cannot save even a single child. Frisk would normally try to make her feel better, but she is in way too much pain to talk or move.   Toriel: No, I understand. You would just be unhappy trapped down here. The Ruins are very small once you get used to them. It would not be right for you to grow up in a place like this. My expectations… My loneliness… My fear… For you, my child, I will put them aside. If you truly wish to leave the Ruins… I will not stop you. However, when you leave… Please do not come back. I hope you understand. Toriel heals Frisk’s injuries, but even after that, Frisk can still feel the pain in their body. Still, she manages to hug Toriel. Goodbye, my child. Toriel walks away. Chara: Are you ok? Frisk: I don’t know. Chara: What happened down here while I was away? I have never seen her so violent. Frisk: At least we’re alive. Relatively. Chara: The pain should go away after some time. Are you ready to continue? Frisk: As ready as I can be. Chara: Well that will have to be good enough. Frisk opens the big door and walks through the hallway, only to find Flowey waiting at the exit. Flowey: Clever. Verrrryyy clever. You think you’re really smart, don’t you? In this world, it’s kill, or be killed. So you were able to play by your own rules. His face turns demonic. Flowey: You spared the life of a single person. Hee hee hee… His face turns back to normal. Flowey: I bet you feel really great. You didn’t kill anybody this time. But what will you do if you meet a relentless killer? You’ll die and you’ll die and you’ll die. Until you tire of trying. What will you do then? His face takes on an evil shape again. Flowey: will you kill out of frustration? Or will you give up entirely on this world… Flowey keeps changing his face to match his mood. Flowey: … and let ME inherit the power to control it? I am the prince of this world’s future. Don’t worry, my little monarch, my plan isn’t regicide. This is SO much more interesting. He does an evil laugh and goes away. Frisk slowly walks over to the door and goes through. She barely walks through the door before passing out on the ground. Chapter 3 Prologue Chapter 5

[time-dolphin-ryan-lochte]

Quotes from my math teacher

First, I just want to say that he’s a really great teacher. He’s incredibly smart, and actually made some of the most grueling concepts bearable. He also made fun of us constantly(but it was hilarious and full of love). I have written down some of his words of wisdom here:

“You can tell that’s some real hot, passionate mathematics right there. Good stuff.”

“So… Love does not exist. Sorry if anyone told you otherwise. There’s mathematical proof.”

And you don’t want to mess with that. Like, hey! I ate my twin!” *pats stomach*

“I’m gonna take this little fetus here... And I’m gonna plug it into this womb...”

“”Nothing wrong with being wrong every once in a while. Alexis does it all the time!”

“That’s kind of a sad right triangle you’ve got there.”

*in response to the “turtle wins the race” argument* “Sometimes the turtle just becomes roadkill.”

“So the first rule is to not listen to anything Tejan says. That’s a general rule of life, really...”

“And as for this circle, HE’S RIGHT! I don’t mean to sound so surprised, but…”

“I’m starting to feel like Oprah… This is pi over eight! This is pi over eight! You get a pi over eight!”

“And PLEASE don’t call it the Jesus fish!”

“And then you’ll screw up life and no one will love you and you’ll be a failure!”

“Good question! Better than most of the questions you ask!”

“Oh. I’m SO GLAD you made that mistake so I could use you as an example!”

“Just like Tejan himself, this number is not that special.”

“I think this pen has seen its better days.” *throws pen into trash can across the room* “nailed it.”

“So for anyone worried about this test,” *ahem-* “Rennie” *-ahem*

“Gah…. I’m gonna look this up later. The music you all listen to is garbage. My favorite song growing up was the humpty dance! I knew it was awful, but I loved it!”

*drawing a sin wave* “Hey lady… I’m checking out those curves.... You’ve got more curves than a sinusoid-OHHHHHH!!! I’ll give someone money to use that pickup line. I will give you money!”

*talking about his cats* “So for parents that say they don’t like one kid more than the other, we know you do. That’s bull.”

“So once you master sinusoids, you’ll see them everywhere……. Moose.”

“DO NOT get these confused, or you will end up living in the back of a Walmart wondering where your life went wrong.”

*drops eraser* “Life is just unraveling before my eyes”

“Don’t shank anyone, Julia. This isn’t prison. Leave those days behind.”

“So, the cheez-it… Just to be clear, the cheez-it is not the thrust of this math problem.”

*draws stick figure* “This is you. You’re looking good. A little skinny, but who am I to make comments about your body? That would be wrong.”

“So the question here is… Julia you suck! Sorry, that was a little un-teacherly of me, but, you know, it’s kinda true.”

“I’ll let you know when your opinion becomes relevant.”

*finishes explaining something* *takes a deep breath* “Okay, now someone ask me a dumb question. I’m ready for it.”

“Every teenager’s favorite F-word… Factor.” *giggles* “What? What were you expecting?”

“Feel free to hit yourself in the face when you realize how obvious this is.”

“That would be like if I asked you how old you are and you told me you’re 16, and I decided to square it, and ha! Now you’re 256!”

“The weirdest one was the time I got an email from a woman with the subject line “I’ve got sinusoidal curves galore.””

“That is a bunny killing situation. Yeah!”

“Oh crap! Am I about to start crying on my bike?”

“So failed a college chemistry class. It wasn’t the end of the world… Look at me now! I’m an esteemed Louisiana public high school teacher…. What more could you ask for?”

“So… Now… It’s 2012. WOAH! 2012??? What year am I in?!?! It’s 2017!”

“And what if I just killed you? Right here? Right now? Would that affect your population model?”

“You agree with Alexis? That’s a risky decision!”

“Stop beatboxing, please… You’re not even that good!”

“And he had a sick sense of humor, so I knew he would’ve found that equation really funny… If he hadn’t died that morning.”

“Well I think the lesson here os to not do something really stupid… Was that helpful?”

“So everyone do this on your calculator, and… Or actually… Miles! What’s 3 to the 6th power?”

“Wow. You’re like a human person!”

“So the only time [the CEO of this school] ever came into this classroom, she walked in here with 2 guys in business suits, and I had this slide pulled up on the board.” *opens image of mating rabbits*

“Oops. I said 5th and then I wrote 7. Let’s roll with it.”

“Honeybee death is not a laughing matter!”

*makes a mistake* “WOAH! The rumors of my perfection are slightly exaggerated.”

“Yeah. You CAN do that. You can also hit yourself in the head with a frying pan, but I don’t know what it’s gonna do for you.”

“Y’all remember the Mean Girls clip, right? The limit does not exist!”

“Now let’s all take a minute to laugh at Baili.”

*explains Lassie* “So yes. I just compared you to the TV dog.”

“Uhhhhhhh…. Pretend that’s a horizontal line.”

“I don’t know what kind of animal you’re killing, but you shouldn’t use logarithms here.”

“You know I’m not mature enough to let that go, right? Now I’m gonna have to get revenge.” *literally sips tea from thermos*

*points to trash can* “You can put your suggestion in the suggestion bin right there.”