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chippedaxe · 3 years

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yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

#tw stepcest #stepcest cw #karl jacobs x reader smut #karl jacobs smut #c!karl smut #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut #dreamsmp x reader smut #dream smp x reader smut #dreamsmp smut #dream smp smut #dsmp x reader smut #dsmp smut

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dokifluffs · 4 years

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Dada’s Home | Kenma, Iwaizumi

Pairings: Kenma X Reader (female), Iwaizumi X Reader (female)

Genre: softest haikyuu domestic fluff omg

Author’s Note: get fed BUT also, kenma’s isn’t really him coming home from somewhere unlike the other’s so-

Dada’s Home | Ushijima, Tsukishima // Dada’s Home | Oikawa, Atsumu

Warnings! All post time skip! Spoilers to manga end for Iwa! and also they have kids

Kenma:

Confetti and a bright fanfare sounded into his headset as he yawned as bright light graphics strobed into his eyes

Kenma let out a deep sigh as he leaned back into his game chair, thankful he figured out the ideal design for Bouncing Ball to sell

He read through the comments, quietly reading out the donations and comments from his viewers for his twenty four hour charity event

so many told him to sleep with a mix of others with the same typical comments about saying hi to wherever they were from

“Uh,” he squeezed his eyes shut before rubbing them back open as he reached to the side for his glasses. “Thanks onigiriman45 for the $100 donation, that’s very generous of you. He wrote: ‘It looks like there’s a little someone behind you trying to join your stream, also great games man, been watching you since the beginning, keep it up. I love watching after a long day,” he read

“Ah, thanks for watching man, really appreciate it,” he smiled.

“Little someone?” He turned in his seat as he looked back, the back area of his gaming room dark with LEDs strung up, lining the corners of the vast room

you were fast asleep on the couch bed set in here for the nights you didn’t want to sleep alone in bed but you were cuddled into the blanket which covered your face

but there his sub was right

there was a little someone who sat on the bed who sat up with a little drool on her chin as she looked tiredly to her dad

“Aw, D/N,” he didn’t miss a beat as he slipped off his cat headphones as he shuffled from his seat. “what’re you doing up, kitten?” he lifted her up just the slightest bit above his head as he stretched himself out

“You need to sleep,” he said ironically as he sat her on his forearm as he made his way back, sure to leave you undisturbed

“Actually wait,” he paused as he stepped out of frame with his daughter in arm, the sound of the door sounding onto the stream

there was a pause on the stream as a few new viewers joined the stream, asking where he went and whatnot

more donations and subs and gifts being given

“Alrighty,” Kenma stepped into frame as he sat down, putting his headphones back on

He scrolled up a bit through the comments, adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen into his face before his chat blew up once again

“It seems you all noticed that I have a guest joining me,” he smiled as he glanced down to his baby girl cuddled against his chest in her carrier

“Alright, let’s keep this train going,” he clicked to the next game, preparing the next hour or so for among us games

The chat adored this new side of the Kodzuken

his little girl leaned into him as he sat leaned back in his chair, easily playing the game whether he was doing tasks or pretending to be the impostor

he every now and then looked down, adoring her sleepy little face, cheek pressed against his shirt, her small hands clinging onto him

“good luck kiss,” he whispered, pecking her a small kiss to her cheek or beanie before he started the next game

Iwaizumi:

He hauled his luggage through the door in a swift motion as he stepped in, his entire body exhausted and jet lagged yet to his surprise, he found the kitchen lights on while the living room lights were dimmed

He let out a low groan as he stretched, loosening his stiff muscles after a twelve-hour plane ride and then an hour and a half shuttle/ taxi ride home

But this was what he had to do as a trainer for the Japanese olympic team

The house was still and quiet with the lights on, giving him the illusion that you were awake but as he walked quietly over the carpeted floor

And there you two were

The stars of his life

You slept comfortably, fast asleep wearing one of his hoodies, laid on your back

On top of you, your baby girl as she laid on her tummy, cheek pressed on your stomach with your hands resting on top of her lower half

With her little mouth agape, her chubby cheeks squished on your stomach, she looked so precious to iwaizumi, his heart melted seeing her after so long

Her dark hair that matched his own was growing out, still very short but it was getting there

He knelt down beside the couch, resting his chin on his arm, tilting his head to the side to take a closer look at her

She was so small

He reached up with his other hand, nuzzling her plush, rosy cheek with the back of his index finger, the entire room silent

But being this close, he could hear her little breaths as she slept on you, as still as a log

Seeing her sleeping this close, it occurred to him he hadn’t seen her like this ever since she was born

He could remember that night so vividly as it it was only about a couple weeks ago

Yet a few months had already passed

A natural smile pulled on his lips, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks as he leaned even closer, his nose inches away from his

He closed the distance, rubbing his nose to hers, waking her from her sleep

But instead of normal cries from a child, her eyes slowly peeked open, a yawn escaping her as her hands closed around the fabric of the hoodie of his you wore

“Hey, baby,” his voice was low from his own sleepiness, the familiar sound even waking you too

His baby girl’s eyes pulled into thin lines as she smiled, cooing seeing her dad

“Sorry for waking you,” he knelt closer to you, pressing soft kisses to your cheek, mumbling repeatedly how much he missed the two of you into your skin

You brushed your fingers through his hair at the back of his neck, smiling as he pecked repeated small kisses to your lips

But as he did this, there were clear objections

“Don’t worry, dada’s gonna show you some love too,” he scooped his little girl into his hold, supporting her with his arm beneath her, the other resting on her back as he peppered small kisses all over her face, amusing her

“Let’s go up and sleep, hm?’ He glanced back to you as your daughter’s gaze was locked on her father’s, one small hand over her mouth, the other holding onto his shoulder

“Okay,” you let out a deep breath, your voice barely audible as he pulled you up, carrying his daughter securely in his arm

You couldn’t have asked for a better life than this one with Hajime. “Welcome home,” you snaked your hand around his waist as the two of you went up, leaving behind the dark ground level

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bittersweetmorality · 4 years

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OMG CAN U PLS WRITE A SUB CHUUYA SMUT I BEG

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE BABIE!! sub chuuya is my favorite chuuya 😋😋 sorry this took so long !! i was actually admitted to the hospital and .. YUH so i haven't been able to do literally anything for a bit. but ! i back. also i was listening to the Mitski cover of Let's Get Married the entire time i wrote this ANYWAY i hope u enjoy ^_^

— i'm going to take such good care of you, baby~ pt. 1

☾ pairing: sub!chuuya x GN!Reader (f!bodied reader in the next part, but no pronouns specified in either)

☾ summary: chuuya wants you to take care of him

☾ warnings: very suggestive themes, but no explicit smut (yet), making out, i think that's it

☾ a/n: HIHI Y'ALL. i'm currently writing the second part and it's basically finished, i just thought the only way to pace this fic out was by separating it into two part-- idk why it just seemed off to me if it wasn't. BUT ANYWAY ! SECOND PART OUT VERY VERY SOON !!! and it's literally filthy like ... lord have mercy

☾ w/c: 1,358

| PART TWO |

the entire evening, chuuya was barely being subtle about his feelings— his desire. light touches on your thigh that lasted a little too long not to arouse suspicion, kisses that lingered farther than they should’ve, and the dark look in his eyes as his gaze drank your figure.

even the most oblivious person could tell what was going on— chuuya was never one to hide his feelings, anyway. even at an extravagant event like the annual port mafia gala, he still managed to show enough PDA to make anyone uncomfortable.

pressing you against him on the dance floor, trying his best to subtly (but failing miserably) grind against you, bringing his face down to your neck.

“chuuya!” you yelped, as he nipped a small mark against your collarbone. “i told you, we’re leaving soon, can’t you calm down for just another 10 minutes?”

you weren’t against PDA— of course not. you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be his girlfriend. but, you just wished that he would be professional for this one night and hold himself together so you didn’t have to shield your eyes from the stares of mafia members.

“aw, are you flustered?” his movements were slightly sloppy from his light alcohol consumption, and you could feel his smirk against your skin. you scoffed, placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing ever so slightly for him to look you in the eyes.

he didn’t move an inch.

“no. i’m not flustered, chuuya,” you tried again, with more force this time. “i just—“ again. he still didn’t budge.

with a huff, and your patience running dangerously thin, you grabbed his chin harshly. his eyes instantly met yours, big and full of surprise.

“we’re going. now.” your voice wasn’t loud, but it would be nothing if not powerful; stern.

you had his undivided attention now.

he blinked dumbly a few times before snapping back to reality, and doing his best to regain some semblance of composure “ahem— the gala doesn’t end for another half an hour, babe. we’re in no rush, are we~” he moved in to steal another kiss, his eyes dark and his hands lingering.

your jaw tensed, and your grip on him even rougher now, “did you hear what i said? now.” you nothing but growled lowly in his ear.

you swear you could hear his breath hitch in his throat, but at that moment your frustration ran far too high to find the means to care. you grabbed his hand, speeding to the front hostess, and giving her a half-hearted ‘thank you,’ as she returned your fancy dress-coats.

as the two of you rode back to your shared apartment, the tension in the air could be sliced with a knife. you noticed that way the red-head seemed to shrink in the passenger seat; but most certainly not out of fear. intimidated was the better word— and as if he wanted to know what you were going to do next.

you’ve never acted like this before, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

“chuuya, baby, why didn’t you listen to me when I told you to tone it down?” you questioned. your tone wasn’t completely calmed down yet, but it was significantly more gentle than at the event.

he scoffed, “can’t help it when you dressed up like that, doll~” he attempted at teasing you and taking more control, despite his inner dilemma.

something about the way he thought he always had complete control just made you want to ruin him. you just gave him a small smile, planting a small kiss on his cheek and saying nothing else.

by the end of the night, you just knew you would make sure he listened to every command you gave him.

for the remainder of the way home, you barely gave him any attention, simply turning on your music and keeping your focus on the road. his neediness didn’t subside; if anything, it only got more heated. he still had one hand on your thigh, stroking lightly and squeezing occasionally, whispering sweet nothings like, ‘can’t wait to get you home,’ and ‘want you so bad.’

you couldn’t agree more.

finally unlocking the front door and stepping in, you were instantly met with a messy kiss from chuuya, his arms beginning to snake around your waist.

oh god, was your patience running thin with him tonight.

you grabbed him by both of his wrists, pinning them by the sides of his head and looking him straight in the eyes, “you should know by now, you’re not calling the shots tonight, baby.”

chuuya was never one to give up quickly, you knew. it wasn’t going to be easy to get him to submit to you, but damnit, you were going to make this man beg on his knees for you to fuck him.

he groaned into your mouth as you kissed him roughly, gently poking your tongue out to brush against his pink lips in question. instead, his lips sealed immediately, breaking away from your kiss and looking into your eyes with a dark gaze.

oh, you knew this would be difficult.

“let go of my hands,” he growled.

“or what? what’re you gonna do about it, sweetheart?” you cooed in his ear. you could feel his muscles tense under your hold as if he was about to break out, but you quickly moved in retaliation. You caged him in with your body and bringing your knee up to brush against his growing bulge. “hm... you want me to let go, but it seems like you’re enjoying this just as much as i am, sweetheart~”

his brow quirked upward, the way it does when he doesn’t know what to say for himself. his body was betraying him. without realizing it, he was finally able to submit to you— throughout the entire evening, the butterflies in the pit of his stomach were purely anticipation.

anticipation for what you were going to do to him.

yet, he still attempted to break out of your hold, feeling the strain in your hold. he was much stronger than you-- you both were well aware of this. if he really wanted to break out and take control, he could. of course, you wouldn't let this remain unspoken between you.

"something the matter, hun?~ you want your hands free?" you whisper, letting your voice run low and your breath fan against his ear, "hm? if you want it so bad, then do it. you know i wouldn't stop you~"

you gave him his time, never rushing him to make the final decision, you wanted chuuya to as comfortable and content with everything.

suddenly, you felt the tension in his wrists go limp. you expected to feel reluctance radiating from him, in his eyes, in his actions. instead, you were met with his blue eyes, big and round and trusting. he relaxed into you.

he was yours.

you chuckled lowly in his ear, basking in your victory for a short moment before beginning to lead him to your shared bedroom. you wanted to make sure the entire experience was perfect,

just for him.

suddenly, you felt a light tug against the fingers wrapped around your hand, ever so slight that if you weren't giving him your undivided attention, you may have missed it.

you looked back at your boyfriend, immediately being able to pinpoint his nervousness.

"hey... chuuya, baby," you whisper, cupping his face gently. "if you don't want to do this, that's okay. hm? i promise, okay?"

he moved his gaze up to meet your eyes earnestly.

"take care of me... please," he said under his breath.

your heart swelled at his words. you knew just how much courage it took for him to say it, and how much trust he had in you for him to mean it.

"oh, honey... don't you worry..." you coo, pulling him flush against you, chest-to-chest. despite his nervous appearance, you could feel his arousal press up against you-- straining against his slacks. oh, he definitely wanted this.

"i'm going to take such good care of you, baby~"

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#chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya drabble #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x y/n #bsd imagines #bsd fanfic #bsd x you #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bsd smau #morality.reqs

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scarletmirrors · 2 years

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[A3! Translation] Midnight Shootout 1 /3

Special thanks to catboyreiji for the raws!

I personally enjoyed this story a lot.

Translation under the cut!

1 / 2 / 3

Itaru: “I can’t believe it, you were a traitor all along….”

Citron: “Even if you can’t believe, it is simply the truth”

Itaru: “Dammit!”

Citron: “We are spies…there is no such thing as true friendship for us.”

Chikage: “Take the shot!”

Itaru: “DAMMIT-!!”

Tsuzuru: …What are you guys doing?

Chikage: An etude, as you can clearly see.

Itaru: Citron’s been hooked on this spy movie, so we’re humoring him.

Citron: Spies use so many weapons to fight! It was very cool!

Citron: Tsuzuru, let the Spring Troupe be spies on stage!

Tsuzuru: Err well, it's an interesting theme, but it doesn’t really scream Spring Troupe…

Chikage: By the way, there seems to be a spy-themed VR game in the arcade.

Itaru: Oh? Senpai sure knows a lot about the arcade all of a sudden.

Chikage: Actually, Banri told me we could probably get the high score if we did the escape game together so we went but-

Citron: Unfair! I want to play too!

Citron: Itaru, Tsuzuru, let us go together

Itaru: Hm, I'm actually interested but I gotta do an event soon so gonna pass on this one.

Tsuzuru: And I've got some reports to turn in soon...sorry.

Citron: You two are unsimpatic!!

Itaru: Unsympathetic, you mean. I seriously can’t miss out on this event this time though.

Chikage: You mean this time as usual.

Chikage: … anyways, that arcade is actually already-

Citron: It cannot be helped, I will ask Guy to accompany me!

*runs off*

Chikage: …that arcade has already been shut down, is what I was going to say.

Itaru: u srs?

Chikage: Well, it said it had been shut down for renovation, but maybe it's open by now.

Tsuzuru: Either way, if he goes he’ll know for sure

Chikage: Indeed.

–

Citron: To be late now, a no-good robot indeed!

Hisoka: …

Citron: Ah, Hisoka! What are you doing here?

Hisoka: I went to the English fair to buy some sweets, but they were sold out…

Citron: Was it perhaps for marshmallows and biscuits?

Hisoka: Yeah, it’s been awhile since I’ve had any….

Citron: Well that’s Mo-mantai*! I will get some for you so come to the arcade with me!

Hisoka: The arcade?

Citron: I am looking for friends to do the spy game with me, please come play with me!

Hisoka: …got it. I’ll come.

Banri: …What’re you guys doing here?

Citron: Oh, what a diligence!

Banri: What a coincidence, you mean.

Citron: You’ve come at the right time! You should join us Banri!

Banri: Join you where?

Citron: At the arcade! Chikage told me there’s a spy VR game.

Banri: Oh, that one huh.

Banri: It’s a pretty cool game but…it’s already shut down.

Citron: !?

Banri: See, the flyer over there says so too.

Hisoka: “Temporarily closed for renewal purposes”

Citron: No way…my plan…

???: –

???: Um, are you all by any chance-

Citron: …?

*Mo-mantai means no problem in Cantonese Citron is truly Mr. Worldwide

#a3 #a3 translation #citron a3 #itaru chigasaki #chikage utsuki #tsuzuru minagi #banri settsu #hisoka mikage #card

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sneaking out headcanons feat. gym 3 squad ♡ — also this is all gonna be set in an au before or without the quarantine, so don’t leave your house please!! social distancing is important and people are dying!!

kuroo tetsuro

listen LISTEN

sneaking out is terrible and you should never do it because it’s dangerous and risky

and you as the woke and understanding gen z that you are definitely respected that

but , BUT , BUUUUT !

the minute your boyfriend snapped you a photo of him in his car with him rubbing his tired eyes captioned “couldn’t sleep, dreamt of u”

your morals were OUT THE WINDOW and now it was your turn >:// !!!

kuroo: i know it’s 4 am but what’re the chances you’d hop out for a quick trip to chick-fil-a 👉👈

you, purposely taking two minutes to reply: why are you still awake

kuroo, who knows you like the back of his hand: babe don’t lie to me, it’s embarrassing for the both of us x

so you agree !! because it was kuroo, the love of your life, the man you’d simp for, and he’s paying for food so hell fricken yeah

you throw on a hoodie, lock your doors, fluff up the bed to make it look like someone was sleeping in it just in case and you gently make your way towards your window

due to personal reasons, you want to pass away

you suddenly remember why you hated sneaking out and boy — the food kuroo was buying you better be worth it

the only way you were actually gonna get down from your two story house that idiotically doesn’t have a roof ledge was if you grab onto the tv satellite that latched by the sill

from your window you see kuroo’s car parked by the trash cans near your house and he’s got his windshield down signaling at you

mfer pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved as he zooms closer to your figure and he SMILED ?

you were in a dilemma?? and he had the audacity???? the fricken audacity???

kuroo, snapping you the vid he took: babe please you’re so cute you look like a tiny gremlin

you: had me in the first half, not gonna lie

it was a MOMENT for you !! but you just say what the hell and go for it anyways because you only live once apparently and sneaking out with your boyfriend at 4 am was better than sleeping

you grab onto the satellite ridge and you pray for mercy that it doesn’t make a sound or loosen up because if anyone found out you were doing this it was definitely kuroo’s ass on the line

while you’re struggling to get down, kuroo’s just in the car ??? laughing his ass off at your current state and you swear that he’s still taking photos

you get down on the cement safely and instead of him pulling up closer to your drive way naaaah he makes you walk to where he was at 😤

you, getting in the car: if i dump you by the end of tonight, just know that the only reason why i didn’t do it sooner is because i wanted food

kuroo, putting on your seatbelt: we’ll get back together in the morning, i’m not worried

so the two of you make your way to chick-fil-a, get food via drivethru and eat in the parking lot with the doors open and the windows down

he still looks very tired and before you even realize it it’s already 6 in the morning

you catch him yawn every few minutes and he always reassures you that he didn’t mind staying up this late :(

he’s baby

kuroo: lets get you home, are you gonna dump me yet?

you, kissing his cheek: no, i kinda love you

kuroo, less sleepy with a lazy smile on his face: aha simp

tsukishima kei

bro if you think he’s a goody two shoes boy who won’t ask you to sneak out at like 2 in the morning , you are so wrong

canonically, he is the most devious and logical character in the entire anime and if he wants to go out with you before the crack of dawn — he fricken will !!

he’s gonna be so sly about it too, nah, he gon make you think it’s your idea to sneak out

tsukki, texting you a tiktok of homemade shrimp rotini at 2:35 am: look what yamaguchi sent me

yamaguchi, who fell asleep three hours ago and absolutely is not in any state to send tiktoks:

so you’re there like ??????

bruv you were just tryna scroll through your twitter feed in peace, why the hell would he send you that like that’s so uncool

because now you were sleep deprived and hungry

you, close to tears: does your house in hell have a pool or

tsukishima, unnerved: i don’t like the concept of swimming

he’s gonna go on about how he didn’t realize what he did and how he’s kinda sorry for waking your hunger but you weren’t born yesterday !! you smelled BS !!

so you facetime him, ready to go off on how unsorry he is and you can already imagine the shit eating grin he must’ve had on

he answers after three rings and he’s in a MFING yellow hoodie with the dinosaur print in the middle, his hair neatly tucked and you just know that he’s got his keys on his fingertips

you, defeated: i’ve been played

tsukishima, heading out the front door: i deny all accusations

you’re not even upset though because this was a perfect opportunity to try the stability of your roof ledge and tbh? who wasn’t unreasonably hungry at 3 am

turns out climbing out your window was harder than you thought and you may or may not have gotten two new bruises on your wrist just by trying

safe to assume that you fell on your ass and since the universe has a particular hatred towards you, your boyfriend arrived at the perfect time to witness all of it

tsukishima: how are you gonna kiss me when you’re too busy kissing the ground

you, tears on your cheeks: if i wanted a bully instead of a boyfriend i would’ve SAID SO

when you get in his car, the first thing he does is ask if you’re okay though and he’s checking your wrists and hands for any scratches or bleeding because 🥺

tsukki: you’re such a clumsy idiot what the hell

tsukki, kicking down the pavement when you’re not paying attention: 💢🪓

you guys end up going to numerous places because most of the drivethrus in town were already closed

you see him get tired behind the steering wheel and you almost have the urge to offer to drive but you didn’t really feel like crashing his car any day soon so

you: lets just head to starbucks hm? get some coffee?

tsukishima, feeling bad because he knows you wanted to get food: we don’t have to

you, in love with him: if you say no i will willingly walk all the way to starbucks by myself , what , you think i won’t do it

so you guys go there and order a couple double shot espressos with a side of scones and muffins and the entire time you’re just trying not to shiver because name one starbucks you’ve been to that hasn’t been unreasonably cold huh i dare you

he notices this and he gives you his hoodie and ITS JUST THE SOFTEST THING OKAY BECAUSE HE’S COLD TOO BUT HE JUST WANTS YOU WARM

you: i knew it, you love me too huh 😌

tsukishima: unfortunately so

akaashi keiji

AKAASHI IS LEGALLY THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD !!

like he cannot be a bad boyfriend ?? it’s impossible for him to be so ?????? he’s just built that way ????

he’s the ultimate mixture of respect and self love , god was just like “let’s make this one perfect !!”

he’s DRIPPING in love each other juice and he eats kindness for breakfast so ha !

he physically cannot say no to you because he flat out adores you

( except when he feels like you’re wrong or being irrational to which he’ll politely correct you and educate you because that’s on what? that’s on having a healthy relationship ♡ )

so when you hit him up at 5:23 in the morning after a series of tiktoks that he has yet to see and react to you about, he’s kinda alarmed

but then again he’s also not ?? because let’s face it, at this point, he’s used to you spamming his inbox

the last thing you sent him two minutes ago was a text saying “bro just imagine this: you and me at a maccas drivethru with two oreo flurry’s and a box of 20 piece chicken nuggets — immaculate”

and you didn’t really expect him to reply?

it was five am and you were absolutely shit talking but when you saw his face time status go online you were just like ?????

akaashi, snapping you a pic of him under his covers with very tired eyes: it’s 5:27 am

you, sending him back a photo of you and the 2000 piece puzzle you spent the last two hours doing: that’s not a no 💅

he doesn’t reply and you’re not really upset by it because he probably just fell asleep and that was really cute to you so !!

but then two minutes later he’s facetiming you and you JUMP at the sudden ringing

he’s all tired and his voice is groggy and tight but he’s still smiling as he says “i’ll see you in ten”

YOU ARE !!!! PUMPED !!!!!

you won the boyfriend lottery , holy hell

now the only thing keeping you from seeing your man and the mcdonald’s sign was the eleven foot gap between your window and the solid concrete

you’d usually take the stairs but you just know that your mom would absolutely murder you for trying to sneak out when you should be asleep 💆‍♀️

it was either climbing out by clawing through the pipes or not being able to give akaashi a hug and you were not gonna let that second one happen

akaashi, after reading your two paragraph rant on how unnatural it was for your window to be that high: please be careful

you, haven’t slept in 32 hours: screw careful ! i embody elegance !!

in which elegance was screaming every time your pipes squeaked because dear mercy you did not want to die yet

akaashi, who just pulled up your drive way and is now seeing you almost fall to the ground:

you, on the verge of tears: please catch me

AND he does 🥺

it was a close call and he barely even made it to you when you chose to let go but HE DID ANYWAYS

you kinda fell on him rather than landing smoothly in his arms but that’s okay you were just glad you didn’t die

when you both get in his car, he just takes a hot sec to dust you off and ask if you’re okay and he’s so concerned please tell him you’re fine

he’s such a baby please i can’t believe this shit

the two of you end up in a mcdonald’s parking lot with doja cat blaring on the radio and you guys do your best to hold back your laughter as you eat

it was pretty cold and the sun was rising but honestly you couldn’t find the urge to care since the moment just felt so surreal

you: i’m sorry for waking you btw 🥺

akaashi, showing you his new lock screen which is the picture he took of you when he first saw you climb out the window:

you: i’m less sorry

bokuto koutaro

BOYFRIEND OF THE MFING YEAR

i accept no arguments, go cry about it

i literally don’t care what anyone has to say, bokuto is the only man ever ? he’s so deserving of every right on earth i’ll cry

the way that this is the third night in a row he’s stayed up til 4 am and he’s not even alarmed about it

like at this point he’s just accepted that he is nocturnal and that’s that on that !

before he actually had the idea to ask you to sneak out for him, he debated whether or not it was worth it

you needed sleep and you barely got any so when he knew you were resting he absolutely refused to message you :(

but then he also thought about how you would love to have a large dunkin iced coffee right now

and he was already getting ready for his morning fix so why not just ask harmlessly?

if you weren’t going to respond then he’d be okay with that because he knew that you were resting well

but if you were going to answer his consecutive texts with a positive reply then HE IS 🥺 over the moon

you, barely awake: can we get a venti triple shot latté instead , my caffeine tolerance is SHOT

bokuto, snapping you back within a minute: babe you are delusional if you think i’m gonna let you drink that

so it’s 5 am and your parents are in the other room asleep but you know that their jobs start pretty early so you had to get a move on

your room wasn’t that high from the ground to be honest, so you weren’t really worried about falling off

what you were worried about was how dizzy and out of depth the melatonin gummies made you because in order to fall asleep you took 3 and now that you basically forced yourself out of a self induced coma, your body was on the verge of passing away

bokuto tells you that he doesn’t mind if you’re not up for the trip and he’d just bring you back your coffee BUT NAH

you’re not a quitter 🤬 you miss your boyfriend and you are gonna do whatever it takes to spend some quality morning time with him !!!!!

so you throw on a proper outfit, make your way through your window and gently do your best to refrain from yelping every time your hand would slip from the railing that’s keeping your balance

bokuto, pulling up seeing you on your roof: you’re so strong 🥺👉👈

you, barely alive: all for you baby ❤️

he helps you get down from where you stood and he had the prettiest smile on earth i SWEAR when you immediately sank in his cold chest

he apologizes for making you sneak out like that BUT NUH UH YOU DO NOT LET HIM

he is a gift !!! and you knew how tired he must’ve been too since he kept yawning but he still took the time and energy to pick you up 🥺

he fastens your seatbelt in the car and puts the windows up because he knew that the air would get in your face and you didn’t like that

he even brought you a spare hoodie of his because he remembered how much you swooned over this particular fabric

bokuto: we’ll get you some coffee but you can sleep while i drive, ok babe?

you, trying not to cry: are you single because i really want to kiss you

bokuto, kissing your cheek: i’m dating someone i’m sorry

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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✄ chapter two: keep it cool like iced tea

a/n: here's chapter two! obvi this is just building the plot and storyline, but we're seeing the beginnings of the magic! anyways, let me shut up so u can read. ok bye!

wc: 2k

[fratboy!bucky barnes x fem!reader]

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To say you sucked at pong was a vast understatement.

And although you really didn't want to make a fool of yourself in front of this very nice, very tall, very attractive guy, you can't help but feel like an idiot when you sink your first shot into a cup halfway through the game.

You're definitely on your way drunk with the amount of shots Natasha and Sam have scored on you, plus all the ones you've missed.

When Natasha told you to let loose tonight, you're not so sure this is what she meant, though. You see her laughing and giving you eyes from across the table, while your face is bright red. You brush off her looks with a roll of your eyes, darting them back to Bucky.

Bucky.

Bucky with the incredibly nice hands and arms, who seems to be making the shots for the both of you. Bucky who's been occasionally slinging an arm over your shoulders, paying close attention to you. Bucky who's been asking you questions about yourself, that you've returned back, and received witty responses to.

"So, where 're ya from, Y/N?" He asks in a slurred voice, but you can tell he's not exactly drunk yet.

"I'm from New York. You?" You ask, throwing back another drink from a shot that Nat made into your cup.

"No shit! I'm from Brooklyn!" He smiles, a big, bright smile that tugs at your heartstrings for some reason.

"I'm Manhattan born and raised, mister." You return his blinding smile.

"Small world, huh?" He laughs, once again wrapping his arm around you. "Can't believe we've never ran into each other before."

"Well, New York City's quite large, Bucky." You giggle, and he laughs back. As you feel your face warm up, he looks down at you with something akin to adoration in his eyes. Bucky towers over you, deciding that the pong game was over between the four of you.

He walks back to the kitchen, assuming that you'd follow him.

But he turns around to ask you in you'd like something to drink, and you're not there.

You're still chatting with Natasha and Sam, and it takes him a second to realized you wouldn't just follow after him. You didn't really give him the impression of being that type of girl.

Which is what intrigued him more about you. You weren't worshipping the ground he walked on, you didn't initiate conversation too much, and you didn't drool over him like every other girl he's met.

He suddenly feels a surge of awkwardness. He sees you talking animatedly with Sam and Natasha, and now Steve has joined in the conversation. You were talking completely comfortably with them, much more comfortably than you were with him.

It makes him wonder what he'll have to do to get you to get like that with him.

What he'll have to do to make you trust him.

"Hey, Y/N, I was gonna head to the kitchen and grab a drink. Wanna join?" He questions, seeing his friends giving him cocked eyebrows in confusion.

Bucky could usually get any girl he wanted. Especially at a party like this one. Why was he so hell-bent on spending time with you?

"O-Oh! Sure, I'll join you." You excuse yourself from the group, and Bucky slings his arm through your waist to guide you through the crowd. You feel you stomach flip in a way you've never felt before, and feel your cheeks redden.

"So, what can I get you?" Bucky practically yells over the music, trying to meet your eyes. You avert them quickly, and simply tell him a vodka lemonade.

He hands it to you with a strange look in his eyes, and you give him a kind smile while taking your first sip.

"God, you trying to get me wasted here?" You gag with a laugh, looking into your cup and back to Bucky.

"Sorry, doll, might'a gone a bit heavy on the vodka. You still good to drink it?" He queries with genuine concern in his eyes.

And although you already well on your way to drunk, past tipsy, you give fervent nod, and give it another sip.

It was good.

As the night had progressed further, you had two more of Bucky's vodka lemonades.

And now, you were drunk.

You also didn't know where Natasha was, but she was probably off somewhere with Sam, so you weren't worried for her safety.

Bucky was still by your side throughout the whole night, offering to dance, and even just sit and talk.

Which is what you were doing right now. In the middle of the crowd, you were practically on top of Bucky while you two talked about anything from academics to your daily lives.

"So, in your major, what would you say was the dumbest thing someone's asked?" He laughs, and he's clearly also past the line of tipsy and has fallen into drunk, right with you.

"Uhhh... oh! One time, this guy-"

"Doll, I can't really hear ya." Bucky laughs

"Oh, sorry," You blush, trying to speak louder, but it still wasn't working.

"Do you- would you be okay with just goin' up to my room? Don't think we'll get much of anythin' done down here." He gives you a look that says 'I'm not gonna hurt you, unless you want me to.'

It sends a shiver down your spine, and you stand up, waiting for him to guide you up the stairs.

You knew you weren't going to have sex with him. You had only met him four hours ago, and no matter how many girls he could pull in that time, you were not interested in being one of them.

"Just so you know now, I'm not planning on sleeping with you." You burst out while you're halfway up the stairs, your eyes going wide at your own words.

"Huh," Bucky chuckles, "I know I have a reputation that precedes me, but I didn't think this is where that was going. Just wanted to continue to conversation." He smiles down at you, finally opening his door.

Of course, Bucky was lying right through his teeth. Of course he wanted to sleep with you. You were nice, smart, had a hell of a body, and had kept his attention the longest out of any girl he's ever met. But when it comes down to it, he was a boy.

And boys usually only thought with one organ; their dicks.

As the lamp flicks on, a small glow filters over the room, giving it a cozy feel. You, on the other hand, felt nothing but cozy.

"You can sit anywhere. Wanna watch somethin'?" He asks, tossing you the remote while you stood, frozen at the doorway.

"I- uh, sure?" You ask, more than you tell him, but sit down on his bed. You were careful to not flash him while you adjusted yourself, not sure of what to do.

The last thing you needed tonight was the most notorious playboy on campus seeing your black lace thong right now.

"Do you wanna change into somethin' more comfortable, angel?" Again, your stomach has butterflies trying to escape at his sweet words. But you knew better than to think too much into it. he probably said these names to every girl who's come into this very bed.

Ew, you think to yourself, this bed must have STDs sewn in the sheets by now.

"I- sure? If you have anything that fits, I guess." You grumble.

"Sure, I've got a t-shirt and boxers, if you want? Don't have much else, honestly." He laughs lightly, handing you the items and points to the bathroom in the corner of his room.

As you're standing in the middle of Bucky Barnes' jack and jill bathroom, you take a moment and think to yourself.

How did I get here?

Will he ask me to sleep here?

Does he still expect anything from me?

I hope not.

I'm really tired.

Ugh. Whatever. I'm too tired to think this much right now.

You pull of your dress that you couldn't stand to be in anymore, and put on the clothes Bucky had provided you with.

They were quite large on you, considering the guy was about the size of bigfoot. But you couldn't find it in yourself to complain about it right now.

You exit the bathroom, setting the dress down on the floor where you had kicked off your heels, and sit back down next to Bucky on his bed.

You feel your skin slide under the blanket that was thrown over him, and focus on the TV screen.

"So, what're we watching?" You query, trying to figure out what was playing.

Little did you know, Bucky was still thinking about the way you had looked when you walked out of the bathroom. It did something to him, seeing you in his clothes like that, for some reason.

The way you were practically swimming in them, and the way you knuckled at your eyes tiredly that made him want to hold you to his chest while you both fell asleep.

He was trying to shake the thoughts from his head, wondering what the hell had gotten into him with these thoughts.

Since when did he, Bucky Barnes, think about a girl like this? It was usually much dirtier and nastier in his head, but you were doing something to him.

"Bucky? Everything alright up there?" You giggle, knocking on his skull lightly.

"I- yeah, all good, doll." He shakes his thoughts away, focusing back on you. "I put on whatever was playing, didn't switch it because I didn't know what you liked." Bucky explains.

"Hm, well this seems good. We can just keep this on?" You suggest, realizing that Home Alone 2 was playing on his TV. "I love this movie. This kid's got some real class." You chuckle, now fully watching the movie.

"He's a genius, I'll give 'im that much." Bucky laughs, also fixing his gaze on the movie.

In the hour that passed, you two have made small talk about the movie here and there, and every time, Bucky's gaze became transfixed on you. With the glow of the TV illuminating your face, with the way you smiled and threw your head back when you laughed, he couldn't help it.

Finally, the movie had come to a close, and Bucky could tell you were fighting sleep. You were practically asleep sitting up against his headboard.

"You wanna spend the night here, doll?" He wonders out loud, looking over to you.

You shoot him a look, a playful glare with a hint of a smile.

"I mean, it's a bit late for me to head back to my dorm. But no funny business, mister." You point a finger at him, and Bucky holds his hands up in the air.

"No funny business, I promise." He holds out his pinky to you, to which you curl yours around, and latch on.

Once the lamp next to his side of the bed is turned off, you slide further down in his bed, trying to find a comfortable position. After a few minutes of adjusting, you snuggle your head into the pillows that smell like laundry detergent and his cologne.

"Goodnight, Bucky," you say out loud into the darkness while you both face each other.

"G'night doll. See ya in the morning." Bucky's voice is a low baritone, clearly about to succumb to the sleep he was fighting.

"See ya in the morning." You reply, finally letting your eyes fall shut.

That night, you dream of Bucky Barnes and his cologne.

And across from you, Bucky Barnes dreams of a world where this is normal. A world where you sleep next to him every night, and you wake him up every morning with a kiss.

Man, I'm totally fucked, is the last thought he has before falling into a sleep surrounded by you.

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the dead don't dream - ch 29

The last dark before the dawn.

(CW: themes of suicide! Read with caution!)

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 28

Ch 30

“Hi, Tommy!”

“Oh, hey, Ghostbur.”

Ghostbur drifts around the platform beside him. “You’re in L’Manberg!”

“Er, yeah. I am.”

“I feel like you don’t come here very often,” Ghostbur makes an astute observation. “Especially without Tubbo.”

Tommy feels a pang of irritation, but he doesn’t snap at Ghostbur, or leave him. “I guess. I’m here now, though.”

“Good!” Ghostbur smiles. He doesn’t look like Wilbur when he smiles. “Do you remember when we were on vacation? I got to spend time with you every day, Tommy!”

Tommy’s nails dig into his palm, but he settles. He knows Ghostbur doesn’t mean anything by it. He doesn’t know any better. Hurts either way. Ghostbur is right, though. This is a change. Tommy had walked to New L’Manberg alone, he told Tubbo where he was going, and he left. Without armor or a guard beside him. He still has an axe handy, of course, but Tommy hasn’t felt this… light in a long time.

Maybe it means Tommy is getting better. He’s becoming brave again. Tommy goes outside on his own, he meanders through the snow alone and without terror. He no longer confines himself to Tubbo’s basement and the protection offered by the stasis chambers. Tommy is always sure to message Tubbo, so he doesn’t panic if returning to an empty house, but he doesn’t cling to him like he had in his first weeks back. Now, he explores New L’Manberg, taking the time to speak with Ghostbur.

“I’d rather focus on the present, Ghostbur,” is all Tommy can bring himself to say.

“Okay, Tommy! What’re we doing today? Do you still need help finding that book?” Ghostbur drifts through the empty stalls. Tommy doesn’t know why there’s a market when there’s no one left, but Ghostbur seems to find it interesting enough.

“No, I don’t,” Tommy remembers he’s probably expected to reply. He heads uphill, toward Ghostbur’s home but not. “Actually, Ghostbur, I was gonna take a look at Fundy’s place here.”

“Oh, I know Fundy! My son!” Ghostbur says excitedly, drifting ahead up the hill to where Fundy’s home rests in slight disrepair. “He lives here?”

“You don’t know?” Tommy frowns.

“Hm,” Ghostbur mulls it over. “I don’t remember, actually! I…” Ghostbur stops, staring at the walls a little aimlessly. “I don’t know where Fundy is. Hm.”

Tommy feels a strange sort of ache in his chest. “It’s– It’s alright, Ghostbur. He’s in the desert I think. I could– I mean, I was gonna ask about having his house, so, I could ask him where he is now too.”

“Okay, Tommy!” Ghostbur continues on happily, going through Fundy’s old chests. He speaks of loss and he doesn’t know it. He forgets but Tommy knows Wilbur doesn’t. So he’ll do as he said.

Tommy originally hadn’t planned on asking Fundy if he could have his house, just on moving in. He supposes he has to now.

<TommyInnit> hey fox boy. Can i have ur old house in lmanberg?

<Fundy> yea sure man

<Fundy> oh my god

<Fundy> you’re alive???

Tommy stares down at his comm, almost uncomprehending. A barking laugh rises before he’s even fully processed what he’s reading. Fundy hadn’t been a part of the rescue party, Tommy had known that, but he hadn’t thought that it meant Fundy didn’t know any of it.

<TommyInnit> up for debate but sure. Guess i thought someone would have told u.

<Fundy> NO???

<Fundy> WAIT

<Fundy> I SAW UR BODY

<Fundy> I WAS AT YOUR FUNERAL

<Fundy> THIS IS SO MESSED UP WHOEVER IS MESSING WITH ME RN

<TommyInnit> DONT FUCKING SHOUT AT ME BITHC I KNOW IM ALIVE BETTER THAN U DO TE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABUOT ANYTHING

<Fundy> Ok u sound like Tommy.

<TommyInnit> yeah Dream killed me alot but hes got a book to bring me back. Stay away if u see him he’ll do something fucked up to u if he sees u out there all alone

<Fundy> Uh. Ok. Good to know

<Fundy> I am really fucking far from the mainlands right now otherwise I’d. come see you??? Idk what im supposed to do here.

<Fundy> Im glad you’re not dead. Next time I’m around I’ll come by. Promise.

<TommyInnit> ok thanks for the house

Tommy sees Fundy’s comm go offline. He had forgotten to ask where he was. For Ghostbur. Tommy looks up to where Ghostbur has meandered out of the half finished house and back towards his sewers, humming all the while. He supposes it doesn’t matter. If he hadn’t brought it up, Ghostbur wouldn’t have thought of Fundy at all. He doubts Wilbur could focus in enough to have heard that conversation. Maybe when Fundy is actually here he’ll be sure Ghostbur is there too so at least Wilbur can see his son. If that counts for anything.

Tommy doesn’t follow Ghostbur toward the sewers yet, even if he plans on spending more time with the ghost. First he just stops, standing outside Fundy’s old home and looking out over New L’Manberg. Tommy sighs. He still feels so weary. He is better though. Tommy scans the horizon offhandedly, feeling like he should be looking for Dream.

He’s still scared of Dream coming after him. Terrified, actually. In the same breath he needs that monster to show. It’s the only way he gets Wilbur back, that has become more and more painfully clear to him. So here he is, taking fewer precautions, wandering off alone, letting his guard down, tempting fate. He doesn’t know what Dream is waiting for. Tommy is out in the open alone for hours at a time, what more can he do? Tommy almost wants to scream at him, what more do you want from me?!

But even after all of this he still hasn’t gotten quite that desperate.

It’s going to be a good day. He’s going to try. Even if he’s still waiting for the end to come to him, until then he’s going to try anyway.

Tommy stops staring at the horizon. He heads toward the sewers.

“Oh, hello, Tommy!” Ghostbur seems surprised to see him. “Did you need something?”

“No, Ghostbur,” Tommy doesn’t like that Ghostbur doesn’t understand why Tommy is there. It makes Tommy feel as if he’s failed somehow. He’d wanted to be around Ghostbur more, for Wilbur’s sake, but the fact of the matter it just hurts. He can only take so much time looking at his brother’s shadow. “I… I wanted to hang out. Y’know, like old times, eh?”

“Oh, sure, Tommy! Like… like what?” Ghostbur tilts his head at him curiously.

Tommy pauses. Ghostbur’s home still feels stuffy, the heat of the fire almost too much to bear, and the outside room with the brewing stands are just as bad if not worse. The scent of burning blaze powder makes Tommy think of wounds needing to be healed.

Wilbur was the one with a plan, with the crazy scheme and task for Tommy to follow. Tommy has ideas of his own, always of course, but it’s just one more reminder of how different Ghostbur is to what Tommy really longs for.

“I was… I was thinking we could…” Tommy does have an idea. It hurts to think about, both from fear and wanting. “You… You still have y– You still have Wil’s guitar, right?”

Ghostbur stares at him blankly.

“You… you can’t have lost it, like– Where could it have gone if you don’t have it?” Tommy pushes on insistently. “Please try to remember, Ghostbur, this is important.”

Ghostbur frowns, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Tommy,” he says so meekly. “I really don’t remember. I remember lots of happy memories with the guitar, but they… they fade out and get sort of fuzzy at the ravine, I’m afraid.”

Tommy feels a spark of anger in his chest. He has no fair target to give it to so it dies just as quickly. “That’s… that’s alright, Ghostbur.” Tommy tries to think back. It’s so long, but as Ghostbur had implied, there’s only one logical place for the guitar to have been left. Pogtopia.

When Tommy had snuck back into Manberg, reconvened with Tubbo, he had gotten the essentials. That meant tools, weapons, an enderchest, and first and foremost, Wilbur’s guitar. Tommy can’t remember if Wilbur ever played it there, or if it remained leaning against the wall beside his bed.

He must have played it once. In the early days, before they both got so wounded.

No. From day one Wilbur had changed. Changed so much the guitar had no longer been a part of the picture. Still, that’s surely where it remained.

“Do you…” Tommy hesitates. Maybe taking Ghostbur, and according to Tommy therefore Wilbur, back there was a bad idea. He needs something to do. Wilbur is currently surviving limbo, he can tolerate a glimpse of a ravine, whatever memories it may hold. “Would you come with me, Ghostbur? On a trip? I want to go get something.”

“Okay, Tommy! Where are we going?” Ghostbur joins him by the door, far too trusting.

“You’ll see, Ghostbur. I don’t think it’s a place you’ll remember,” Tommy remembers the way. He remembers where the half finished railway starts, descending deep under ground. Ghostbur doesn’t comment on the scenery, he doesn’t acknowledge it as anything familiar. Tommy does his best not to overthink that. Was all of them, united to take down Schlatt, finally so unalone, charging out of the dark and into a rising sun, was that not happy to Wilbur?

Clearly not happy enough. He tried to blow himself up before the day was done.

Tommy just keeps walking. This would be a good spot for Dream to grab him, he thinks dully. He’s out in the open, above the treeline, he wouldn’t see anyone until they were right on top of him. He’s out in the middle of nowhere, no witnesses, and if Dream wants to hurt him then and there it would be easy to drag him down into Pogtopia.

Tommy doesn’t stop. He keeps walking at a slow, tedious pace even with his cane, he moves further from the mainlands down this familiar track and now into the tunnels.

“Oh, I think I’ve been here, Tommy!” Ghostbur says, his voice echoing even more than usual off of the tunnel walls.

“You have, Ghostbur,” Tommy says dully. “Wilbur and me lived here.”

“No, not Alivebur, Tommy. I have been here!”

Tommy turns back to look at him. “You have? Why?”

Ghostbur stares at the walls. They’re reaching the part of the tunnel covered in buttons now. “I can’t really remember.”

Tommy sighs. “Of course you can’t.” Tommy takes a few more steps and is struck by the profound feeling that he never should have come here.

The lights have gone out. The buttons remain. Tommy had once thought the buttons were from Wilbur. Months in the dark, he had instead been told that Wilbur had no idea how the buttons had gotten there. Tommy doesn’t understand it. It’s him, isn’t it? Wilbur’s descent plastered on the walls like a child drawing where they shouldn’t, desperate for attention, just one more cry for help Tommy failed to save him from. It wasn’t him. That doesn’t mean they didn’t mock his brother’s plan for a grandiose, self inflicted martyrdom. The buttons remain even as the lights have gone out and this place has sat in empty silence for so long, they cover every surface like a plague or an infection. Even the ground is tainted by it, a minefield of paranoia rather than reality.

Tommy is quick to move past them, back to the divot in the wall that opened up to what constituted a bedroom for them both. Tommy puts a new, lit torch in a sconce on the wall. It makes the room almost cozier. It had never been a very comforting place to sleep or lose sleep in, but it had been something. Plain stone walls, their beds shoved in opposing corners, no door, just open into the air of the ravine. It had gotten cold at night. Tommy remembers that well. He remembers the sound of Wilbur getting out of bed at odd hours just to pace.

There it is.

Tommy was right. Wilbur’s guitar case sits, innocent and passive, beside Wilbur’s old bed. Surely the damp must have gotten to it by now, even in the case it must be damaged–

No. It isn’t. Tommy sits on the edge of Wilbur’s bed, it creaking and disturbing dust, and pulls the thing up beside him, unlatching the case to reveal a guitar as pristine as the last day he’d heard Wilbur play it. That was so long ago. Another lifetime. Tommy takes it out carefully, it’s something precious and fragile. It sits awkwardly in his lap. He’s not the one who is supposed to hold it.

“Ghostbur, come here,” Tommy nods the ghost over. He sits beside him without complaint, looking at the guitar with mild interest.

“Oh, I remember this! We’d sing songs around the fire back in L’Manberg. Those were good nights, Tommy,” Ghostbur nods knowingly.

“Yeah. They were,” Tommy says, voice now soft and hoarse. “Here,” he pushes it toward Ghostbur. “Go on, take it. It’s… sort of yours, isn’t it? By inheritance or proxy or some shit?”

Ghostbur blinks, looking contemplative, his grey, translucent hands taking the guitar hesitantly. It looks awkward in his fumbling and delicate fingers in a way it never was for Wil. Wil would’ve nestled it in front of his torso immediately, hand taking up the right position on its neck as naturally as breathing. Ghostbur holds it in front of him like he’s been asked to just hold onto it for someone else. Which, Tommy supposes, he has.

Tommy stares at it, from Ghostbur’s awfully familiar face to the guitar. “Go on, then. Couldn't you… the– You know, the song? One of the songs?” He asks a little desperately. “I’ve heard you sing it before, Ghostbur. The– The anthem!”

“Oh, I remember that Tommy!” Ghostbur nods, but his hands still rest uncertainly on the frame of the guitar. “I… I don’t remember this bit, though.”

“You– What?” Tommy’s voice falters. “But… you remember the words, the song…”

“Oh of course I do, Tommy! Alivebur wrote it for you,” Ghostbur says brightly.

Tommy feels a lump form in his throat, but he refuses to let himself cry. Not over something so little, and not in front of Wil. Not when the whole reason he’s here with this stupid useless fucking shell is to maybe give Wil something to hold onto. Of course Ghostbur remembers the fucking song but not how to play the guitar. He’d written the song for Tommy, but playing the guitar had belonged to him. Nothing belonging to Wilbur had made him happy in the end.

“Let– Let me,” Tommy snatches the guitar back almost protectively. He holds it how he’d seen Wilbur hold it a hundred times before. He puts his hands along the strings, his left hesitating as he tries to remember how Wilbur had placed himself along the fingerboard.

It’s his left hand.

Fucking christ– is he stupid? It’s his left hand. Even if Tommy had any fucking clue how to play, what the fuck is he planning on doing when he’s down a finger? He can’t hold the guitar properly and his hands haven’t stopped shaking in so long, he could barely tie his fucking shoes anymore and he thinks he can do this? That he can even attempt it?

He’d done this because he’d wanted to reach out to Wil, but the fucking problem remains Wil can’t reach out to him. He can’t show him how to properly hold the guitar, he can’t tune it for him or show him the notes or tease him for messing it up. There’s nothing. There’s just a piece of shit out of tune guitar, his shaky, broken, useless hands, and the blank eyes of a ghost watching it all, linking his dead brother to the world about as helpfully as a noose would.

“Tommy?” Ghostbur says in a small voice. “Here, Tommy. Have some blue.”

Tommy looks down at his hand through eyes blurred by tears. He could barely feel Ghostbur’s hand brush against his, but now the blue stains his fingers.

“Y-You’re gonna get it on the guitar, stop it,” Tommy mutters, balling his right hand into a fist and trying to brush him away.

“Okay, Tommy. I’m sorry,” Ghostbur still sounds so nervous.

“No you’re not– Y-You’re fuckin’ not,” Tommy’s voice breaks. “You don’t remember what you have to be sorry for, do you?”

“No, Tommy. I guess not… I don’t think so.”

“Because you’re not him, are you? You’re just not. A-And I dunno if he can even see this but–” Tommy takes a shaky breath, he almost wants to throw the guitar away from him, but he can’t. So instead he puts it back in its case, kneeling before it and staring down at his shaking hands now covered in blue. “But I’m so sorry, Wil. If you can get this I am so fucking sorry, I know it’s been so long for you, I know it’s been years, but I promise I’m still trying it’s just– fuck,” Tommy bites down on his knuckles, trying to hold back another sob. “I can’t I can’t I can’t–”

“Tommy–”

“Don’t touch me!” He snarls at the cold hand gently touching his shoulder.

Ghostbur steps back, looking hurt. “I’ll… I’ll go, Tommy. I’m sorry I made you sad.”

“Just get out! Just get the fuck out of here!” Tommy can’t even shove him back, but the ghost drifts away anyway, leaving Tommy to his grief in the familiarity of a cold stone floor. Tommy falls back against the wall, burying his head in his hands, blue staining the white streak of his hair, as he breaks down into the echoing walls of the ravine.

<TommyInnit> im in L’Manberg. Going to look at Fundys hous b back later.

<Tubbo> Ok! Let me know if you need anything

Tubbo stares down at his comm for a moment. It still feels strange. To have Tommy communicating with him and going about his day independently, to know Tommy is alive out there and not trapped but finally living. Tommy keeps going out. Surely that’s a sign of progress. Since burning Connor’s house, Tommy has seemingly gotten much better. He’s no longer a shut in, he eats well enough, even if sometimes Tubbo has to remind him. He no longer assumes every door will be locked against him and he’s left that awful book of Dream’s behind him. Tubbo has even noticed he doesn’t get up in the night as often to check on Wilbur, still sometimes, but he’s gotten better. And now, for the third day in a row, Tubbo comes home to an empty house and finds that Tommy has gone out into the world alone.

Tubbo doesn’t know what to make of it, it worries him and makes him hopeful all at once. Tubbo trusts Tommy to be safe, even if it makes him anxious that Tommy is out there alone. He does his best not to worry.

Until evening arrives and Tommy is still not home.

<Tubbo> Yu ok?

<Tubbo> Tomy?

<Tubbo> ?

Tubbo paces the cabin, glancing out the windows occasionally, wondering if since it’s dusk it’s late enough that Tommy wouldn’t be annoyed with him checking on him. Instead, there’s a knock at the door. Tubbo knows it isn’t Tommy. Tommy knows not to knock. Tubbo tries to bury his rising panic.

“Tommy?” Tubbo still says it when he opens the door, stepping back when a far more imposing figure stands in the doorway.

“Uh. No,” Techno says awkwardly. “Is he… is he not here? I was here to see him, actually.”

“Oh,” Tubbo frowns. “Was he expecting you?”

“Uhhh no. Didn’t think about that I just… Just got something to give him, that’s all,” Techno still lingers in the doorway, unsure if he’s been invited in or not.

“Right, that’s it,” Tubbo huffs, going to the chest by the door and putting his armor back on.

“You… you okay there, Tubbo?” Techno watches him with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” Tubbo glances back to him as he grabs his axe. “Maybe. Dunno. Depends on where the fuck Tommy is.”

“...Right,” Techno makes sure his own axe his in his hotbar. It always is. “Time for another rescue mission, huh?”

“No,” Tubbo says sharply. “He– He probably just forgot to check his comm. Come on, he’s in L’Manberg.”

He has to be.

Tubbo and Techno proceed in awkward, if not urgent, silence. Tubbo’s eyes remain set ahead, searching for the L’Manberg skyline. So much so he storms down the prime path and almost runs right past Tommy’s house and into the tunnel.

He stops.

Tommy’s home is crumbling.

Light pours from the widened doorway and onto the dark lawn, chunks of smooth stone continue to fall away to reveal the dirt layer underneath, and there Tommy stands in the middle of it all, swinging a pickaxe with the kind of slow determination of a long struggle.

“Tommy?”

Tommy screams. “FUCK– Tubbo! The fuck are you trying to do to me?!” Tommy clutches his chest, his already weary heart beating even harder. Tommy’s arms and legs are burning by now. He’s not ready for this kind of strenuous activity, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to stop.

“To you– Where have you been?!” Tubbo can’t help but shout back, more bafflement than anger.

“I– I said I was gonna be in L’Manberg,” Tommy gestures toward the city state. “I told you I was!”

“Hours ago, Tommy! You were gone so long and you weren’t answering on your comm– you scared me!” Tubbo’s shoulders lose some of their tension as he’s swept by relief. He’d been burying how terrified he had been, focusing on his goals and only cool logic as he is wont to do when he gets this scared, but how could he not have thought the worst? “Oh my god, Tommy– I thought– I thought Dream had–” Tubbo takes a deep breath, exhaling a weighted sigh.

“My– My comm?” Tommy frowns. He searches his person for it, finally seeing Tubbo’s messages. “Oh.” He looks guilty. “Forgot about that.” Tommy seems to just now notice, or at least acknowledge Technoblade, who has stood in his usual unsure fashion behind them both. “Fuck– You dragged Techno out here? Shit, I am so sorry, man, I didn’t mean to… to be so much trouble,” he finishes weakly. He’s resting his weight on his pickaxe instead of his cane. He looks shakier than usual. Tubbo thinks he can see what looks like blue ink– Or rather Ghostbur’s blue, still staining his hands. Actually, looking more closely, the blue is faintly visible in the white streak in Tommy's hair as well.

“Don’t worry about it, Tommy. I, uh. I actually was lookin’ for you,” Techno rummages through his inventory for a moment.

“You were?” Tommy says reluctantly.

Techno retrieves whatever he had been looking for. “I replaced the glass and thought… thought you might want it back.” Techno extends a hand, a compass flat against his palm, shining fresh glass covering a needle which resolutely points to the figure beside him.

Tommy can see the words carefully engraved by ghostly hands. Your Tubbo.

“Oh,” Tommy stares at it. He doesn’t take it. “I thought… For a second I thought you were gonna ask to talk about when you saw me die.”

“Oh,” Techno has no idea what to say to that.

“I’m… I’m not mad at you, Techno. You know that, right?” Tommy raises an eyebrow at him.

“Good, ‘cause your anger is really high on my lists of priorities,” Techno says dryly, but he still holds the compass out to him.

“Cool,” Tommy scoffs, unimpacted by Techno’s apparent disinterest. “Basically, all I’ve got is what I’ve already said. Thanks for… for being there,” Tommy shrugs. “Not much more to it, eh?”

Techno nods, looking unsure. He doesn’t know how to tell Tommy he’s sorry, when they both know he isn’t really guilty. “Sooo do you not want the compass or..?”

Tommy accepts it, glancing from the needle over to his best friend. “I should break the enchantment,” he mutters.

“What? Why?” Tubbo frowns.

“If Dream gets me, it’ll take him right to you,” Tommy says.

“Dream didn’t seem to care about it when he crushed it,” Techno points out.

“It’s not safe, okay?” Tommy says irritably. He holds the compass tightly in his fist, heading to the enderchest in the back room, placing it carefully among his other precious belongings.

“What are you even doing out here, Tommy?” Tubbo stares around at the crumbling stone walls. Tubbo doesn’t know that there is an absence in this scene, something missing. He doesn’t know that there should be a guitar somewhere in here but there isn’t

Tommy glances at the walls tiredly, sitting back on one of the chests with a weighted sigh, his hand going to his left leg, which had been protesting Tommy’s labors for a while now. His leg is still this strange mixture of numb but still sore. Irritating. He’d liked Fundy’s house well enough, but he hadn’t really seen the point in returning there rather than here. This one just needed some adjustments. “Fixing the house.”

“This is fixing the house?” Techno says dryly, unimpressed by the crumbling stone and the weaker dirt underneath.

“Yeah, fixing the house,” Tommy snaps. “Fuckin’ hated the stone bits. Made it echo too much like the–” Tommy stops himself. “I don’t like the stone. So. I’m making it dirt again.”

“Why are you doing that, Tommy?” Tubbo already looks worried. Tommy knows he won’t feel better hearing what he has to say.

“I’m moving back home,” Tommy nods. “About time, right?”

“You’re..?” Tubbo looks crestfallen. “Here? Alone?”

Tommy scowls. “Yeah here, alone.”

“But… why?”

Tommy sighs dramatically. “Really, Tubbo? We’ve talked about this, the clingy thing,” it’s clear Tommy is mostly joking, but Tubbo seems unamused.

“But we were… we were roomies!” Tubbo’s first excuse is weak, it’s emotional. Tommy looks unimpressed. So Tubbo gets logical. “What about– What about the stasis chambers, Tommy? We’d have to get everyone back to move them and Sam would have to rebuild them in your basement and we’d probably have to activate the ones at my place if people don’t want–”

“I was thinking I don’t need the stasis chambers anymore, eh?” Tommy cuts him off.

“You don’t?” Techno asks doubtfully.

“Well, yeah! It’s been a long time and Dream still hasn’t shown up, so,” Tommy shrugs, fiddling with his pickaxe.

“What the hell has gotten into you, Tommy?” Tubbo is getting more and more thrown off by the second.

“I would’ve thought you’d be happy for me, man!” Tommy exclaims. “This is progress, eh? I’m not all shut in the snow anymore, now am I?”

“What about Wilbur?” Tubbo asks sharply. “Are you going to bury him?”

Finally Tommy is effected in some way, looking as if he’s been slapped, mouth hanging open, staring at Tubbo like he’s betrayed him. Tubbo remembers what that look looks like. The silence extends. Techno definitely not planning on breaking it, and Tubbo watching Tommy’s expression for some reaction.

“No. No, I’m not,” Tommy says stiffly.

“What, are we gonna move his corpse again, then? Drag it over here instead?” Tubbo says it like a challenge. He wants Tommy to say something, to fight him on this, to give some indication that this shouldn’t scare Tubbo.

Tommy says nothing.

There’s too much bitterness in Tubbo’s eyes. “You’ll have to settle on a spot eventually, Tommy. You can’t expect us to keep moving a dead body around like a fucking– a fucking decoration! Hm? So, really, you’re actually moving back in here alone, it’ll just be you and Wilbur’s body like old times?”

Tommy doesn’t get angry. Somehow that’s worse. He just looks tense, like if he opens his mouth he’s going to be sick.

“Well?” Tubbo doesn’t stop. He’s desperate and worried and almost growing cruel because of it. He doesn’t know why Tommy is doing this, how can he not get defensive?

“Actually,” Tommy’s voice is quieter now, but steady. “I was gonna leave him in Snowchester. I thought… I thought I could just trust you to check on him for me.”

Tubbo’s eyes widen, every bit of defiance sapped away from just a few words. The silence presses in. The blackness outside contrasting the light within until it feels like this room is the only thing in the world. Still, they don’t speak.

“Well, looks like you two have a lot to talk about, so,” Techno finally breaks the silence, coughing deliberately. “I’m… gonna go. Uh. Bye.” And with that, Techno all but fled the tension in the crumbling house in the hill.

Tommy stares down at his pick, swinging it over the wooden floors. He doesn’t want to be mad at Tubbo anymore, but for some reason he feels like the only other option is this strange feeling of dread. He knows why. Of course he does. But he’s so tired of Dream still infecting the few relationships he has left.

“I shouldn’t– I shouldn’t have said that,” Tubbo finally says the right thing.

“Yeah,” Tommy scoffs gloomily. “You shouldn’t have.”

“I’m just– I’m just worried about you, man. I don’t know how you feel comfortable moving back here, and I guess I– I wanted you in Snowchester because I want to know you’re safe,” Tubbo tries to explain, not to justify his harsh words, but to let Tommy know it wasn’t supposed to be malice. He’s just scared.

“We can’t know that, Tubbo,” Tommy says. He sounds too calm. He’s still not looking Tubbo in the eye. “I’m tired of waiting around and nothing happening. I’ve got to do something.”

Tubbo nods. “Okay. Okay, Tommy. I… I’m glad you are. I dunno how I was such a dick about this, when I should be proud of you– I am proud of you,” he says firmly. “I want you to be able to be at home and to… not be so scared, right?”

Tommy manages a weak smile that neither of them quite believe, but it’s an attempt. “Right.”

Tubbo still hesitates. “And… are you sure you’re okay spending the night here? I could… I could stay. I could help you! To get rid of the stone. I don’t mind, really.”

Tommy stands wearily, wincing as his sore muscles protest. He sets aside his pickaxe. “Nah, Tubbo. I think it’ll be good for me. Being alone for a night.”

“Are you… are you totally sure?” Tubbo has to check. He wants to be happy for his best friend. He really does. He knows this mother-hen act isn’t good for either of them, but he’s just so scared of losing his best friend again.

“I’m sure, Tubbo,” Tommy says. He’s strangely gentle now. He sighs, pulling Tubbo into a hug, holding onto him tightly. Tubbo squeezing back easily, burying his face in Tommy’s shoulder. He’s not as skinny as he had been at the start. That offers Tubbo a little more comfort, knowing Tommy is better in ways he can measure. “I love you, man. And– And all this is temporary, alright? All this… strangeness and bad stuff. Dream will turn up and I’m gonna get Wil back, and then it’ll all get easier. Promise.”

Tubbo doesn’t believe him. “Okay, Tommy.” Tubbo turns back towards outside, he doesn’t want to go, but he will, if that's really what Tommy wants.

“Wait,” Tommy stops him, a gentle hold on his friend’s sleeve. He hesitates. “It’s not… it’s not that late. Do you… do you want to help me tear down the stone for a bit? Not too late, but… I don’t hate your company, you know.”

Tubbo smiles. “Oh really? Who’s clingy now?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Tommy shoves him lightly. “Quit standing around, I’m not paying you to gawk at me!”

“Oh, you’re paying me, are you?”

“Yeah, with the honor of being in my company.”

Maybe Tubbo starts to believe Tommy is getting better. He’s working and joking and he doesn’t keep looking over his shoulder anymore. That barking laugh resurfaces more easily and Tommy has a light behind his eyes. He feels like he’s really here, existing in this moment instead of haunting some terrible past. Tubbo can look at this version of Tommy and see his best friend. For once he can look at Tommy and he cannot find that pang of grief still resonating inside of his chest. So it goes.

Tommy finally tosses aside his pick, leaning heavily against the wall. “Finally,” he sighs. “Much better, right?”

“Er, yeah,” Tubbo stares around at the dirt walls, now repacked and stable enough, and still isn’t sure if he sees the improvement. But it makes Tommy happy, so he’ll lean into it. “What about your bedroom? That’s got stone.”

Tommy seems to consider this for a moment. “Yeah, but I’m just sleeping in there. I spend most of my time in here, getting shit done,” Tommy nods knowingly.

“Fair enough. Do you want… don’t you want doors?” Tubbo looks doubtfully at the still open doorframe.

“Er, definitely not,” Tommy scoffs. “This part of the server is lit up like a fuckin’ christmas tree I’m not that worried about mobs and shit. I like… I like air,” is how Tommy decides to phrase his current feelings after so much time in a cell.

“Me too,” Tubbo teases.

“Real funny, Tubso,” Tommy teases right back. He sighs. “Right, you should go home. Actually get some sleep. And I should too.”

Tubbo is getting tired, but he still hesitates. “And… and you’re sure?”

“Fucking hell– yes, Tubbo, I’m sure,” Tommy rolls his eyes at his best friend, teasing him. He grins. “So clingy.”

Tubbo laughs. “Fine. Okay– I’ll leave. I’m going,” Tubbo takes one hesitant step towards the door. “See you tomorrow, bossman.”

Tommy’s smile falters for a moment, he puts a hand on Tubbo’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Love you, Tubbo. You’re a good friend.”

“Don’t get too sappy on me, Tommy,” Tubbo pauses only for another moment before he forces himself to turn around and head down the prime path. He cannot stop himself from glancing back before turning the corner, and Tommy stays there, watching him walk away without fear, just an easy nod and a smirk. Tubbo needs to learn how to let him be. Tommy seemed sure, so Tubbo will be sure too. His best friend is getting better, he doesn’t seem so scared anymore. That’s something to be celebrated. That should matter far more than whatever hangups Tubbo seems to be having. He’ll be fine alone for one night. Maybe Tubbo will move back into his old house tomorrow, so he’ll be closer to him. One night apart. Tubbo can bear one night apart.

Tommy feels guilty. He dully thinks that it’s good that he feels guilty, really. It means he’s feeling something. The last time, he’d felt guilty too, but that had been because when he thought of Tubbo he still had no regrets. He pauses again, choosing to wait, but it still isn’t a matter of second thoughts.

He’ll sleep through the rest of the night. He wants to see the sunrise.

He doesn’t end up sleeping. He lays awake in his old home and it feels wrong, it feels unfamiliar. The blankets are stiff from their lack of use and Tubbo was right. He doesn’t like staring up at the stone ceiling. It’s not obsidian, but he misses the wooden beams of Tubbo’s cabin. Those have depth, it’s not just a boxed off room. Tommy rolls on his side, looking out of the doorway into his front room. From here he can just barely make out a sliver of the outside. Part of him is just hoping someone will come get him, to snap him out of this one way or another.

No one comes.

That’s alright, then. Tommy knows what he’s doing.

Tommy stares at that thin line into the outside world and refuses to think about the crack in the obsidian he’d spent hours clawing at. His thumb runs over the grooves of scars around his fingernails. He forces himself to stop, before he starts scratching. He watches until the blackness of night softens into blue. Tommy’s hands are still stained from Ghostbur’s efforts at kindness the day before. He should get going.

Tommy sits up, stretching until his back cracks. He’s still sore from yesterday, but it’s a good kind of sore. One from the aftermath of a project instead of a beating. Tommy fumbles for his shoes, lacing them up with only a few moments of struggle. Progress. He rummages in his inventory, finding his journal. Tommy flips to the first blank page and scribbles something down quickly before returning it to his person, doing his best not to agonize over the words. That’s one part done. Tommy meanders over to his open doorway. The sun has yet to crest over the distant hills, so the world remains soft and blue, the grass damp with dew and Tommy would imagine if he laid down on the prime path it would be cold and damp as well. The sun would rise and the world would dry out again. Tommy considers breakfast. He can eat carrots now. That’s nice. Tommy takes some from his garden and proceeds through the tunnel toward L’Manberg. This feels like a gentle morning, Tommy thinks. Maybe on another day he would force the world awake with him, an explosion of noise and energy and excitement to warm the ground first. This is easier for him now. The carrots are still sweet, but the sugar doesn’t hurt his teeth anymore. Tommy makes it to the stairs when he realizes, irritably, that he’d left his cane back in his house.

He descends the steps with a bit more delicacy. Not that it mattered much. Tommy wouldn’t have been able to use a cane to go up the ladders in the tower. Tommy walks around L’Manberg, glancing at Phil and Ranboo’s darkened windows side by side. He buries another pang of guilt. The other side he can see the docks. He knows if he goes down the hill he’d find Niki’s bakery, abandoned from what he’s heard. Tommy keeps walking until he reaches Eret’s tower. This part is going to be a bit shit, but the walk over had been nice. That counts for something, he thinks.

Tommy stares up the ladder ruefully. He remembers climbing it before, in a rush of energy with friends and fellow soldiers at his back. The 16th. When they’d first realized they were winning.

This climb is slower, more exhausting even without the weight of armor. Tommy reaches the first level just as the sunrise finally breaks over the horizon. The blue is gone. Instead, a flood of yellow and orange. The sun rises behind the tower. So Tommy isn’t blinded as he looks over New L’Manberg. He has to admit, Tubbo and Ghostbur did a good job. It’s beautiful in a way the original L’Manberg had never quite been. Less clumsy.

Tommy looks down and cannot hide the thought from himself: how can you just give all this up when you just got it back?

And the answer is far easier than the question.

Because you know you deserve to see it with Wil. Together.

Tommy feels an ache in his chest, but still, he clambers up between the crenels of the tower.

“Oy! Tommy! The fuck are you doing, mate? You’re gonna fall!”

“Fuck,” Tommy mutters. He was supposed to do it before anyone woke up.

“Tommy?” Phil shouts up again when Tommy doesn’t reply.

“Of-fucking-course you’re up, aren’t you, Phil? Early bird gets the worm and all that shit?” Tommy shouts back.

“What’d you mean?” Phil laughs a little nervously now. “Just– Just back up off the ledge, will you? You look like one good bit of wind would knock you over and I can’t fly up there to catch you anymore, you know?”

Tommy doesn’t move, he refuses to look Phil in the eye. He isn’t sure what to do now. He’d planned it so carefully. He’d left a note so Tubbo would know his logic, he’d considered lava– an easy route– but had decided he didn’t want his friends searching for his bones, and if his body was accessible, maybe it would be more likely to tempt Dream to get to him. So he’d settled on jumping. Jumping wouldn’t have been bad if Philza fucking Minecraft hadn’t showed up right when he shouldn’t have.

“Fuck,” Phil says as Tommy’s prolonged silence speaks for itself. “Tommy– What– For gods sake– what were you planning on doing?!” Phil shouts even as Tommy’s intentions are abundantly clear.

“...thought it’d be obvious,” Tommy calls back, hands fidgeting restlessly at his sides.

“Obvious– Jesus Christ, Tommy, you can’t be– Just– Just step back, alright, mate? We’ll– We can talk about this!” Phil is beginning to feel frantic now. Because this is familiar. The last time Phil had been so much calmer because he’d been so sure that Wilbur would listen to him. That his son hadn’t changed that much. So sure right up until he pressed that button.

Phil doesn’t have any more wings to sacrifice.

“Tommy, just look at me! What’re you– What is this gonna do, Tommy? You fought so hard to get back home, why throw that away?” Phil keeps his eyes locked on Tommy. Even if Tommy takes a step forward, it’s not like Phil can do anything. He doesn’t have a water bucket or anything to break a fall.

“Why– You of all people saying that shit to me, Phil…” Tommy scoffs. The logic had been absolute in Tommy’s mind. You cannot get Wilbur back without Dream. Dream still has complete control over you. The only way you can regain that control is to draw him out. You draw him out by killing yourself. Dream revives you, he’s there, you make him revive Wilbur too.

“Me of all people–” Phil laughs nervously. He scrambles for any thought to get Tommy to take a step back instead of forward. “What would Eret think of you using their tower?”

Tommy actually seems to consider this for a moment. “...They don’t have to know if you don’t tell them.”

“Well– Well I will tell them, actually! So, so you just get down, yeah?” Phil fumbles for his comm. He needs to get Tubbo down here.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Phil. Don’t get a crowd down here, or I’ll be sure to jump before they get here,” Tommy notices immediately.

“Well, maybe– Maybe some people will want to say goodbye!” Phil tries weakly.

Tommy looks down at him scathingly. “Really, Phil? Is this the best you’ve got? Dunno what I expect from the guy who helped Wil with his thing…”

“It wasn’t– It wasn’t like that!” Phil just has to keep talking. Just keep Tommy talking until he can get help or something. He’s still itching to message Tubbo. “I thought– The way Wil said it, I thought he was gonna– gonna die to some fucked up execution by you all or– or try to hurt more people a-and he– he wasn’t supposed to be on his last life!”

“...Maybe I’m not on my last life, Phil. You don’t know how revival works.”

“You’re a shit liar, Tommy!”

“Look, Phil, don’t take this so personally, man! I’m not Wilbur. And this isn’t even supposed to be permanent! Just think about it– This gets Dream to come crawling out of whatever hole he’s hiding out in, and then we get Wil back! I know you want that too,” Tommy didn’t want an audience. He doesn’t know what to do besides convince Phil to turn away.

“You– You can’t know that!”

“What other fucking option is there?!” Tommy shouts. “I’m not gonna keep waiting around so Wil has to spend the rest of eternity waiting for me to do my fucking job and be a good brother!”

Phil sighs. Looking up at that distant figure. He understands Tommy’s anger, he does, but Phil doesn’t know how to tell Tommy there’s another way when he himself feels just as helpless. So he turns to something maybe a little cruel. “...What would Wilbur think of what you’re doing? He helped you escape. What would he think of you throwing it all away?”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Tommy is screaming at him now. “He did this to me first! You– You want to talk about throwing it all away– Look around you, Phil! Your house is on top of a fucking crater!” Tommy laughs, hysterical and furious.

Phil doesn’t stop trying. “And from what you’ve said he regretted it.”

Tommy’s lip trembles. All Phil can see is a frozen figure still on a precipice. Tommy’s next words are quieter. He doesn’t know if Phil can hear him, he doesn’t care. “Not enough.”

He steps forward. There are hands around his waist.

“Stop!” Tommy screams more on instinct than anything. “Let go! Let me go!” Underneath the panic maybe there’s a bit of satisfaction. You did it. You drew him out and now Dream is going to take you away again.

It’s not Dream.

Not that that realization means anything at this point, because Tommy and Ranboo are both tumbling over the edge.

It’s over in an instant, too fast for Tommy to really process what’s happening, all he knows is blinding pain in his ankle as he lands on his leg– and then there’s water and the pain stops there. Tommy is drenched and Ranboo is too.

Phil runs to them the moment they began to fall, falling to his knees beside them. “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re both okay,” he tears off his cloak and frantically tries to dry the water from Ranboo’s skin.

Ranboo doesn’t let go, even as Tommy fights to get away, even as his skin burns, he cannot let go of Tommy, he keeps his arms around him, trembling, pain secondary to knowing Tommy is still breathing.

#dsmp fanfic #ghostbur #my writing #tddd #feedback is cherished as always #suicide cw #dsmp #c!wilbur #wilbur soot #c!Tubbo #Tubbo #c!tommy #tommyinnit #c!Philza #Philza #c!ranboo #ranboo

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oblxvion · 4 years

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euphoric | eren jaeger (3)

-> pairing: eren jaeger x f!reader

-> wc: 3.3k

-> warnings: swearing, fluff kinda, angst

it had been a week since you’d last seen eren, and you had just finished your exams. you plopped down onto your bed, exhausted but yet relieved that you had finished the tests. you had spent a large portion of the past couple weeks prepping for this and you really hoped that you had gotten a good grade to bring the ones you currently had to a better mark.

now that you were finally done, you had time to relax and focus on yourself. you had planned to spend time with friends to make up for some of the time that you had lost while drowning yourself in your studies. you picked up your phone, lazily scrolling through your socials and texts messages.

you and eren had been talking quite a lot since he had been at your house. the flirty texts back and fourth, it almost seemed too good. it felt unreal, the way that you and him seemed to suddenly jump into what was almost a relationship. you didn’t question it though, you were happy. although he had a reputation, it didn’t bother you because you knew how he felt for you and how you felt for him, you weren’t intimidated at all.

“y/n? earth to y/n!” sasha brought you out of your trance while waving her hand in your face.

“oh, fuck, yeah sash, what’s up?” you smiled sheepishly, you had been spacing out a lot recently and it did not go unnoticed by her.

“you keep spacing out,” she chuckles as she opens the fridge, grabbing herself some strawberries. “something on your mind?” she knew you too well.

“oh, it’s nothing,” you laughed nervously as you scratched the back of your head. you had pretty much given yourself away and she gave you a look. “okay, fine. i was thinking about eren, and my situation with him.”

“what about it?”

“well, it’s just that it feels too good to be true, you know? i just don’t want something to happen and then i get heartbroken once again.” you told her, placing your phone down and playing with your fingers in the process; it was a habit of yours.

“what are you worrying about? you’re not seeing anyone other than eren and i can assure you that he isn’t seeing anyone else either.” she responds with a mouth full of fruit which earned a laugh out of you. sasha is very protective of you, you knew that. and if eren did anything to mess with you or hurt your feelings, she would ruin him.

“yeah, but he’s had history with girls and…” you trailed off, not knowing how to go about this. you didn’t know why it was hard to talk about because sasha was the one who had told you about his previous flings with other girls in the past. it shouldn’t bother you, but now talking with sasha about it, it made you feel weird.

“and?” she asks as she placed the food back into the fridge before coming down and sitting across from you at your shared table. sasha could sense that there was uneasiness going on and she didn’t want to push you. “why don’t you talk to him? you could maybe set boundaries or even establish your relationship together so you won’t have anything to worry about.”

“yeah,” sasha’s words were making you feel better, she always knew what to do. “i’ll text him and we can maybe meet somewhere to talk.” you felt a bit better, knowing that you’d soon confirm the relationship between the two of you. she smiled at you, and told you to text him so you could figure out plans. you thanked her and made your way to your room opening eren’s contact number and pressing his number.

it rang a few times before it went to voicemail. voicemail? maybe he’s busy? other thoughts began pouring into your head, but you immediately shut them down. you trusted eren, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. after the voicemail operator stopped talking, you left him a message.

“hey eren, you’re probably busy right now but i just wanted to see if you were available later today so we could talk. it’s nothing bad though, i also just miss you. get back to me when you can.”

you shut off your phone, placing it beside you as you reached for your computer to watch some anime that you had missed while being so preoccupied with your studying. occasionally you would look over to your phone to see if he got back to you, but he hadn’t.

you were about halfway done with watching the 3rd episode of your show when you heard your phone buzz. you reached for your phone embarrassingly fast to see the texts.

eren jaeger

hey i’m so sorry i just saw u called

i was napping but yeah we definitely can talk later

what time are u free

you chuckled quietly and felt somewhat relieved that he was at home. you quickly responded to him with ideas.

y/n

oh dw about it

i’m free whenever i don’t really have much to do

eren jaeger

we can go to a cafe if u wanna and chat there

i need food anyways lol

y/n

ok lol we can go to the cafe downtown if that works

1:30?

eren jaeger

ok baby

i’ll see u then :)

even though it was a small text interaction between the two of you, it left your heart fluttering. it was around 12:45 so you had time to change into something more presentable but still comfortable for your liking. you decided that you would go early because you had to go to the store and buy some more shampoo and conditioner because you had just used the last bit of it this morning.

when you walked out of your room, sasha was watching tv while texting someone who you assumed to be niccolo. she had seen him a few times the past week and you thought what they had was adorable. she would go over those nights and he would have a full course meal already prepared for her. imagine being in a relationship with a chef, that would be amazing.

“hey sash?” you asked as you slipped on your shoes, placing your hand on the door handle while reaching for your car keys.

“hm?” she looked up from her phone, and put two and two together. “you’re gonna talk to him?”

“yeah, i’ll be back later. i need to grab some stuff from the store though, text me if you need anything, ‘kay?” you smiled at her as you walked through the door. you heard her yell okay and that she’d text you if she needed something later. you made your way down to the entrance of your apartment complex and got into your car. you felt a bit tense, but you knew you were overreacting and that everything would be fine.

you played your playlist while you drove, it calmed you down a bit more and you parked in the parking lot of the supermarket which was a five minute walk away from the cafe that you and eren had agreed to meet at. it was around 1:00 and you wanted to make the trip to the store quickly, double checking your phone to see if there was anything that sasha wanted. she hadn’t texted, so you went inside and went to find your favorite hair products. you grabbed the two that you liked, and made your way towards the front of the store to check out before you bumped into someone.

“y/n?” you looked up and saw jean standing in front of you.

“oh, hi!” you backed up to meet his eyes, feeling embarrassed that you had not been watching where you were going. “i’m so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention.”

“no worries, what’re you up to?”

“oh nothing, i was just getting some stuff and i’m supposed to be meeting eren in a few.” you responded, eying the isles to see if there was anything else that you needed.

“that’s nice,” he said with a smile. “are you guys together yet?” the word yet made you feel jittery, it meant that eren had talked about the possibility of a relationship with jean, someone who he always is butting heads with.

“actually, that’s what i was going to talk to him about…” you laughed sheepishly, trying not to seem to eager about it. “what’re you doing?”

“i was just getting some shit for connie because he wants something good tonight. i swear, hanging around sasha has made him a food monster like her. it’s crazy.” you couldn’t help but giggle at his remark. connie and sasha’s friendship was truly funny.

“well, have fun with that! i have to go because i don’t want to be late but we should all hangout again! that was fun!” you replied as you looked at your phone to check the time, which you had 15 minutes so it was perfect.

“yeah, if i don’t have to third wheel again.” you felt your face heat up at the comment. “nah, i’m playing. have fun!” he waves goodbye as he makes his way to the food section of the store and you walked towards the register.

after you finished paying, you made your way back to your car and placed your bag in the passenger seat. you had enough time to walk over to the cafe, and plus, you felt like you needed some exercise.

you had an idea of what you wanted to say to eren. it was just that you wanted to confirm your relationship and make it exclusive, and after hearing the comment jean made, you knew that he felt the same way about it. it wasn’t long before you arrived in front of the cafe and you went into the back to where the seats were. you made a order for your favorite baked treat and sat down at a two seated table while you waited for eren. you checked your phone, scrolling through tik tok and instagram when you felt two hands on your shoulders, causing you to jolt in surprise.

“hi baby,” he whispered into your ear before giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

“hi eren,” you laughed, placing your phone down onto the table.

“what’s up?” he asked as he made his way over to the seat in front of you. he was wearing a black crewneck with gray sweatpants and vans, hair in a messy bun as per usual.

“nothing, i just missed you. are you gonna get something to eat?” you asked, looking over to the register.

“i placed an order and then i came over to you, how’ve you been? i haven’t seen you for a bit.”

“i’ve been good, i’m really glad that my exams are over. i now have time to relax,” you smiled at him as you scooted your chair closer to the table. you had truly been overwhelmed with all the studying and now you felt relieved that you now had free time to do what you wanted.

“and to spend some time with me, right?” he teased as he gave you a playful smile. the little things that he does pulled on your heartstrings.

“no.” he gasped, placing his hand over his chest. “of course, idiot.”

“good,” he chuckled. “you know you love me.”

“you knew that already!” you whined as you gave him a cheeky smile. you and eren both caught up with each others lives. he told you that armin and annie had gotten together, and how mikasa was starting to see jean but that she also wanted to pursue with school so she didn’t want many distractions. you told him about how sasha and niccolo had been spending a lot of time together and how you thought they were perfect for each other. your food was brought to you by one of the employees and you both thanked them as you began to eat.

“so, what’d you wanna talk about?” he asked as he took a bite into his muffin with his coffee in the other hand.

“i just wanted to know if we were exclusive and stuff…” you couldn’t finish your sentence before eren started to stifle a laugh.

“i thought it was obvious,” he swallowed his food before continuing to talk. “we’re exclusive, i’m not seeing or talking to anyone else besides you. no one else interests me besides you.”

“oh, i guess i’m just blind,” you felt relieved at him saying that, you were worried for no reason. “i was just nervous because sasha told me about historia and i-”

“historia?” he interrupts you. “what’d she say?”

“just that you guys were fuck buddies in the past and that you’re over now and all that stuff,” you responded, trying to sound as nonchalant as you could. you didn’t want him to notice that it was a touchy subject. he knew that you had bad experiences with relationships in the past but you were never one to really be insecure of past relationships that your partner had.

“i see, we don’t really talk anymore, so you had nothing to worry about.”

“okay, go- ” before you could finish your sentence, you heard someones voice so you turned your head.

“eren?”

a blonde girl with blue eyes, shorter than you stood between you and eren at the table. you felt your stomach twist as you put the pieces together. you weren’t sure if you had met her before or not, but she looked just like the girl that you were just speaking about.

“historia?” eren choked on his coffee, looking over to meet her eyes. you could tell that he was shocked and slightly uncomfortable. had she heard your conversation?

“oh my god, what a coincidence seeing you here! how have you been?” she smiled, maintaining eye contact with him before he looked back towards you.

“‘m fine, how have you been?” it was obvious that he was only trying to be polite but for some reason, her voice annoyed the shit out of you.

“i’ve been good!” she looks over to you and gives you a look before smiling and bringing her hand out. “we should-”

“no.”

“okay, you must be y/n? i’ve heard so much about you!” her comment made you feel uncomfortable, where had she heard about you from?

“uh, hi!” you smiled at her and shook her hand. you had to at least be nice even though you felt like there was something weird going on, it was clear that you and eren were on a date and she had come over to talk. “where’d you hear about me from?”

“eren talks about you all the time!” talks? didn’t he just say-

“we haven’t talked in months.” eren interrupts, annoyance seeping through his voice.

“that doesn’t matter!” she looked back over to eren with a huge smile on her face, as if she was waiting for him to show her any sort of attention. “he would talk about how much he cared about you when we would hang out and-”

“enough, historia.” eren said, giving her a stern look before he looked over to you. “we’re kinda busy right now.” you stayed silent, you didn’t know what to feel but you weren’t about to let historia have her way right now. although you didn’t know her too well, you didn’t like the way she was acting.

“but i was just coming over to say hi! i haven’t met her before, i was trying to be nice!” you lost it, she was clearly trying to get at something here. she seemed like a nice person but the impression she was giving you right now was not good.

“listen, historia.” eren looked at you, his face tense. he had no idea what you were about to say but he could tell that you were beginning to get pissed off. “eren and i are on a date right now, and as much as i appreciate meeting you and all, i wanna spend some time with him because i haven’t seen him in a while.” she stood there, dumbfounded as you continued to speak to her. “so maybe if we could talk and get to know each other another time, that’d be great!”

“oh, uh, yeah of course!” she said as she stepped away. “i guess i’ll catch you later then. bye eren, bye y/n!” she smiled as she walked away and every ounce in your body told you that it was the fakest smile you had ever seen. you watched her walk away before letting out a sigh. it definitely did not seem that she was in a relationship with that ymir girl because she was clearly trying to talk to eren more, but who were you to say?

you and eren both sat there in silence before anyone said anything.

“i’m so-” you began before eren interrupted you once again.

“don’t. she’s hella annoying. that’s why i cut her off.” eren said as he looked over at you. he could tell you were uncomfortable and wanted to leave. “hey are you okay?”

“i’m fine, eren.” you snapped, face softening after you realized how mean you sounded. “i’m sorry, she just really annoyed me right there.”

“no, i get it. is there anything i can do?” he asked as you began to stand up from your chair in which he did as well. you picked up your trash and brought it to the trashcan, trying to steady your heartbeat. you were a bit rude to her but she was being rude too, was she? “do you wanna go home?”

“yeah.” he nodded his head in response and reached his hand out for you to hold. you interlocked your fingers with his as you both walked out. you both walked in silence, thinking about the interaction that had just taken place. you felt bad. you were a bitch to her but she was being annoying so what were you supposed to do? “did you drive?”

“hm? oh, no i didn’t. i live pretty close so i can walk home.”

“i drove, so if you want a ride i can give you one,” you looked up at him with a smile. eren’s presence calmed you down, and he noticed that too.

“yeah, i’d like that.” eren leaned down and gave you a quick kiss on your head, squeezing your hand in the process. you continued to walk back to the supermarket to where your car was parked and made your way into the vehicle. he opened the passenger side and saw the bag that you had gotten earlier.

“you can just put that bag in the back, it has my shampoo since you used almost all of it when you were over,” you teased as you started the car. he smirked before sitting down next to you and putting on his seatbelt.

“you know how to get to my apartment right?” you gave him a playful look before backing out of your parking spot. “just messing with you.”

eren’s place wasn’t that far so it took you a few minutes to get there. you pulled into a spot and waiting for him to get out of the car after exchanging a kiss and just as he was about to get out of the car before he stopped and looked over to you.

“what’s up?” you smiled, he looked like a lost puppy.

“do you wanna stay over for a bit? we can chill and watch something…” he trailed off once he heard your laughter.

“sure,” you smiled and got out of the car and came over to the side that he was on. you poked your finger into his chest playfully, “you’re so needy!”

“needy, yeah?” he pulled you into a hug with your face buried into his chest, the smell of his cologne fogging your brain. “let’s see who’s gonna be needy later.”

a/n: im so sorry that this took so long i’ve been super busy but i will def try to upload more consistently these upcoming weeks!! this hasn't been edited cuz im tired rn but i will look over it later tonight if there is anything.

#eren jeager #eren fluff #snk #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyoujin #attack on titan #aot smut #eren yaeger x y/n #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren smut #eren x y/n #eren x reader #eren x you #euphoric series

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kpoppwriter · 4 years

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Dinner Party

❧ Anon asked: Hello! I see that ur request are finally open🥳May I please request a Jaebeom boyfriend au smut with sub reader scenario? If you can make it a kind of long scenario that’d be amazing🥺 please and thank u! <3

❧ Genre: smut

❧ Words: 1.3k+

❧ Warnings: this is fem!reader, daddy kink, slight manhandling, oral (f), hickies, orgasm denial

❧ Synopsis: A dinner party sounded great in theory but you needed to be at home with Jaebeom after the stunt he pulled.

❧ A/N: I’ve been very much in my Jaebeom feels recently and I was saving this requests for when I was really feeling it...if ya can’t tell, I’m really feeling it

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You smoothed out the fabric of your dress, pulling down the skirt so it was covering your body a little bit better. You nodded to yourself in the mirror, happy with the way you looked. You grabbed your purse off the bed and headed out into the living room. Jaebeom was putting on his shoes when he noticed you had walked into the room.

“You ready to...”

His words trailed off as he saw your outfit. His eyes raked over your body coming back up to lock eyes with you.

“What?” you asked, “Too much?”

“No, not at all.”

Jaebeom stood up and walked over to you. He kept walking, making you back up until your back hit the wall. One of his hands snaked around your waist as his face moved closer and closer to yours. You giggled when you felt his lips brushing against yours. He pulled you close when his lips finally connected with yours. Your hands tangled in his hair urging him on even more. His lips trailed down your neck, his mouth kissing and nipping at your skin.

“Jae, what about the dinner?” you breathed

“Mmm, I’d much rather stay here with you,” he hummed, “But I guess I do have to make an appearance.”

“Then you should get your lips off me,” you giggled

Jaebeom reluctantly pulled away from you. He stared at you with lust filled eyes for a moment before heading towards the door. You smirked to yourself as you followed after him, watching him fix his hair as he left the apartment.

The dinner was rather...boring. You wished you and Jaebeom had stayed home. You were happy to see some of the boys who had decided to join Jaebeom in representing GOT7 at the company dinner. They made the night a little more entertaining. You were also quite a fan of the looks you were getting from the other people at the dinner. you guess you picked a pretty good outfit. You could tell the compliments and the stares you were getting were starting to get on Jaebeom’s nerves. He was more than happy when you all sat down for dinner.

You wished you were at home though. He really got you going before you left for this event. Your mind kept replaying the way his lips felt on your neck and how his hands held you tightly, trapping you to the wall. You wanted more. You wanted that again right then and there. Obviously, you couldn’t get that in your current situation but maybe you. could convince him to go home early.

You sat beside Jaebeom, picking at the food on your plate. You looked over at Jaebeom. He was listening in on a conversation while eating. Seems like a perfect time to put your plan into action.

You placed your hand on his thigh, your finger lightly stroking the fabric of his dress slacks. He continued eating not even sparing you a glance. Seeing that he wasn’t going to budge that easily, you started moving your hand further up his thigh. Just as you were about to reach the apex of his thigh, his hand grabbed yours. He finally turned to look at you.

“What’re you doing?” he asked quietly

“Hm? I’m just eating like you are,” you said innocently

“I see what you’re doing,” he scoffed, “Stop it. We’re at dinner.”

“But I can’t help it,” you pouted

You grabbed onto his arm, holding it close to your chest. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your lips pecking his skin.

“You got me all excited earlier,” you whined into his ear, “And now I can’t stop thinking about you, Daddy.”

You knew if you pulled out his favorite title, that’d be the real cherry on top. And it seemed to work. Jaebeom let out a small groan barely audible to anyone but the two of you. He was quiet for a while, just mulling things over in his head. Finally, he got up from his chair, ushering you to do the same. He said a quick goodbye to everyone, claiming you weren’t feeling very well and had to head home early. The two of you quickly escaped the dining room and headed for your car.

Jaebeom pushed you up against the wall, barely closing the front door behind him. His lips were immediately on yours. His hands grabbed your hips and kept you trapped against the wall. His feverish kisses made you dizzy with lust. You wanted to be consumed by him. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. You needed to feel him. When you finally got his shirt open, your hands ran over his skin, your nails slightly scratching his skin. He groaned into your mouth, his teeth coming down to nip at your bottom lip. His hand snaked under your dress and stopped at your clothed core. He rubbed small circles making bolts of pleasure shoot up your body.

“You’re so insatiable,” he growled into your ear, “You couldn’t even wait to get home.”

“It’s..It’s your fault for getting me excited,” you panted

“I’d watch your mouth if I were you,” he grabbed your jaw and lifted your head up to give him more access to your neck, “I’m already going to punish you for being a brat at dinner. Don’t make it worse for yourself.”

You wanted to protest but his hand slipped past the waistband of your underwear and continued to rub circles around your clit. You gasped, grabbing onto Jaebeom’s arms to keep you steady. You felt yourself melting under his touch. And he knew this.

He removed his hand from your underwear, much to your dismay, and pulled you off to the bedroom. He didn’t even bother closing the bedroom door, his mid too focused on other things at the moment. His lips found your neck again, his mouth leaving a smattering of red and purple marks on your skin. His hands fiddled with the zipper of your dress. He unzipped it and practically tore the fabric off your body. You helped him discard his own clothes, leaving the two of you in your underwear. He pushed you onto the bed and moved to hover over you. His lips traveled down your body making you shiver.

“Jaebeom,” you whined

You yelped when Jaebeom slapped the side of your thigh. His eyes locked with yours and you gulped when you saw the darkness in his eyes.

“That’s not my name, kitten.”

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” you stuttered

“Good girl.”

His lips moved further and further down until he was just above the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you as he slid your underwear off your body slowly. You groaned, his slight teasing getting to be too much. Jaebeom wasted no time getting in between your legs and devouring your core. His tongue expertly lapped at your clit, stopping to suck on the nub from time to time. You grabbed onto his hair as your hips ground against his face. He stopped briefly to pin your arms to the bed before going back to his ministrations. You grasped onto the sheets beneath you as you felt that familiar heat building up in your abdomen. He let go of one of your wrists, his thumb coming to rub at your clit as his tongue lapped at your entrance occasionally slipping past your entrance.

“Daddy please don’t stop!” you moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”

Your thighs trembled as your impending orgasm built up further. Your back arched as you felt yourself about to cum but just as you were about to get the satisfaction of your climax, Jaebeom pulled back. His thumb still lazily circled your clit but it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your mouth, clearly upset by Jaebeom’s actions.

“I told you I was going to punish you.”

“But you didn’t say it would be like this!” you pouted

“If you’d waited until the dinner was over, you could’ve been cumming over and over, sweetheart.”

You attempted to retreat away from Jaebeom but his arms grabbed your thighs and brought you back towards him. He looked up at you, his mouth and chin still glistening with your arousal.

“I didn’t say I was done.”

#kpop #kpop blog #kpop writing blog #got7 #got7 reactions #got7 reaction #got7 headcanon #got7 headcanons #got7 scenarios #got7 scenario #got7 x you #got7 x reader #got7 smut #got7 fluff #got7 jaebum #got7 jaebeom #got7 jb #Im Jaebum #lim jaebeom

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maskyartist · 3 years

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im bored so have some rwby mafia au meme quotes :D idk these can also be taken out of mafia au context i guess im just ramblin and bored

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Vale Family's reactions to getting stabbed with a sword

Glynda: Rude. Qrow: That's fair. Ozpin: Not again. Oscar: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

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Ozpin: For you see, you don't need to wonder where your God is! Ozpin: Because he's right here! :D Ozpin: And he's fresh out of mercy.

====== Qrow: I’ve never violated our plans. Summer: Oh, certainly not! Ignored, perhaps. Raven: Circumvented. Summer: Finessed. Raven: Broadly interpreted. Summer: Forgotten... but never violated.

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Raven after being introduced to Summer: SHES SO PRETTY Raven: WHAT AM I DOING W R O N G?!

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Ozpin: Qrow? Qrow: Yeah? Ozpin: If there was a zombie apocalypse and I got bit...would you shoot me? Qrow: What? No, i'd let you bite me so we could be zombies forever. Ozpin: Well that's fucking stupid, i'd blow your head off in a heartbeat, you would not survive. Qrow: Yeah that's about what I expected from you-

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Tai: ....what do you have there, Qrow? Qrow, holding Ozpin's hand at the family dinner: A smoothie.

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Tai: What're you doing!? Summer: This came loose. Tai: What came loose!? Summer, holding her final mission papers: This :D Tai, having to plan her funeral now: AAAA-

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Ozpin: H- Glynda: Oh i'm sorry I thought someone above the national average height? Said something. Glynda: Haha! You're disgusting, tall man. Glynda: Shrink, perhaps. Glynda: We can be friends then. Ozpin: Glynda: Ozpin: I can dock your pay. Glynda: You wouldn't dare-

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Ozpin, listening to Qrow tell him that he'll never leave him after Summer's death: Is this for me? Qrow, handing him his loyalty: Yeah. Ozpin, internally: OH MY GOD YEAAAAAAAAAH!

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James, disrespecting Ozpin: Is this what you want!? Ozpin :) James: Come on, strike me down, Oz. Ozpin: :) James: You don't have the balls- Ozpin: *proceeds to take his entire fucking arm*

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Qrow: I'm sorry but you're kinda ugly. Tai: Which part are you sorry about? Qrow: Hm? Tai: You said "i'm sorry, but you're kinda ugly", which part are you sorry about? Qrow: I'm not sorry. Tai: Oh so you're an asshole- Tai: AND a liar! Tai: Hm. Tai, rolling up his sleeves: I'm gonna have to kill you now-

(this sparked a beautiful friendship that would never fade :D)

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thats all i got thank u

#masky says #rwby mafia au #out of context quotes #i guess???#idk how to tag this #rwby #professor ozpin #qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long #summer rose #raven branwen #glynda goodwitch #oscar pine #does this...count as flooding tags?#i really hope it doesnt im just includin characters i put here #not james i fear the james stans who will find my bullying and kill me for it

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fluffypeachwriting · 3 years

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hiyaaa~~

its me, the hitoya and reader getting transported to some unknown place! im rlly happy that u had fun writing it and i enjoyed reading it too! ٩(*•͈ ꇴ •͈*)و ̑̑❀

hehe u mentioned that u would be more than happy to write a sequel and oh my gosh id like to take up on that offer!! huhuu~ im already invested on what would happen to hitoya and the reader, and what theyre gonna do!!

thank you for writing my request and ill be waiting on for the sequel of it! good luck and im wishing you good health now and in the future! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

I’m sorry that you had to wait so long for this, but it’s finally finished! This sequel turned out to be around 3700 words, so I hope you don’t mind that! I had so much fun with this concept, and so I hope you like reading it! Maybe I’ll do more isekai concepts in the future - I’m so happy that you requested this! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Let’s get back to what Hitoya and Reader are up to! Maybe they’re alone on the boat, but are they alone in the water?

When you had stopped crying, you and Hitoya tried to investigate this strange boat. The unease of being thrown into a new world slowly morphed into a strong curiosity. It took about an hour for you to find your sea legs. It was surprisingly easy to get used to the swaying. The occasional movements you had to make to counteract that swaying came naturally to you.

An unexpected calm washed over the boat, and it became easier to think. Only for you though, Hitoya hadn’t said much in a while. In a strange change of heart, Hitoya had warmed up to life on a boat, in his own way. Either that or he was bored of complaining about it. There was a rugged-looking crewmate’s jacket folded over one of the seats inside the ship, which he took a liking too right away. It fit him perfectly, and while the pirate-y look wasn’t his usual deal, it certainly did him favours.

You had also found something – a pocket watch that had been dropped on the top deck. You were keeping an eye on it, checking on it constantly until an hour had passed. At least, the hour hand had moved from six to seven – that was the only change. The sun hadn’t moved, the air was still brisk, and the sea still looked like red wine.

You sighed and put the watch back. Hitoya was looking over into the sea, thought you couldn’t tell if he was searching for something or simply contemplating things. Usually you wouldn’t hesitate to ask him what was wrong, and usually he would smile and pat your head, saying that everything was alright. But things were not like how they usually were. You thought it was best to leave him alone and stay close by.

In your other hand you were still holding that unusual hat, and until now you hadn’t paid it much mind. There wasn’t any need to, until a harsh gust of wind caught you off guard and knocked it out of your hand.

“No!” You instinctively yelled out, reaching to grab the hat.

Inches from sliding into Hitoya’s legs, you fell flat on your stomach and caught the hat.

“That was close,” You said, standing up and putting on the hat without thinking. Then the unease in your stomach vanished. The salty air felt natural to breathe in, like it was cleansing you from the inside out. A sense of purpose filled you, and the boat felt like home.

“Nice hat you got there, captain.” Hitoya said endearingly, though with a hint of sarcasm. “Where’d you find that?”

“I didn’t find it anywhere, it’s just mine,” You said without thinking. That was surely wrong, since you didn’t have a captain’s hat on you at all this morning. Wait, a captain’s hat? You patted it, and sure enough, it was just like a captain’s hat you’d see in a cartoon.

“Makes you look the part.” Hitoya smiled fondly, making the last shred of unease float away. If he had your back, then everything really would be alright, even in this crazy situation.

With the unease gone, your mind was clear enough to realise how exhausted you were. It was only just this morning when you woke up early to buy Hitoya a cake. That cake sounded really good right now. You were hungry too.

“Hungry… I hope the wind doesn’t pick up… don’t wanna eat when the ship is moving too much,” You said to yourself.

However, life wasn’t so kind, apparently. The sails of the ship started flapping quickly, almost enough to make you jump. A box came from nowhere and slid on the deck, lightly hitting your leg. “Geez…” You held onto your hat pre-emptively, expecting wind.

A moment passed, but no wind came.

“Kid, let’s put this back.” Hitoya knelt down to move the box, but stopped. “Hm.”

“What is it?” You bent down to see what he was curious about. It wasn’t a sight that stopped him, but a smell. It took no time to figure out what it was, in your hungry state, “Food!”

Pushing past Hitoya, you opened the box to find it full of yummy-looking snacks and treats, from sweet pastries to homemade bentos. They were all fresh, too.

“Where did this come from?” You asked into the air.

Hitoya didn’t reply. The ship did. You looked up to see the sails flapping again, and the crow’s nest twirling around. The ship was…

“Alive?!” You exclaimed, already munching on a croissant.

“Hey, are you sure that’s safe?”

“Mm!” It tasted like it was fresh out of the oven.

“Alright, I won’t stop you.” Hitoya threw up his hands and stood, not taking anything from the box.

So this was a magic ship with a magic food box. You thought about this, pacing around the ship while munching on more food, until a glimmer of something caught your eye.

Something shiny had been dropped onto the deck. You went to pick it up, and found that the water was also shiny. Flecks of water surrounding the shiny thing, which was sitting in a pool of glitter, though it didn’t look as artificial as plastic glitter. It was a ring, just a plain silver band, with lots of little scuffs and scratches around it. A voice in the back of your mind told you that it was safe to pick it up, so you did. The water was fine to touch, and the ring itself was normal.

Something was also caught on the inside of the ring, something small, thin, flat, and a little bit curved. It took you a moment to get it out without breaking it. Though, when you got it out, none of your questions were answered. It looked like a holographic fish scale. Tinges of blue and purple reflected off it, in such a way that you could have mistaken it for a precious gem. It felt too hard to be from a normal fish, but then again, you were in no normal land – or, water.

A ring and a fish scale. It seemed like the more time you spent here, the more questions needed to be answered. However, it was something to go off. Before you could form a coherent thought, it was all coming back to you, or at least you would be thinking that if you had been here before.

You quickly looked around to relay this exciting development to Hitoya but he was nowhere to be found. After a frantic search, you found him looking through a cabinet inside what was probably a kitchen.

“We have to look for the water that sparkles. That’s right, we’re here to look for something.” The weight of the captain’s hat got a little lighter.

“Huh?” Hitoya looked at you like you had lost your mind. He shut the cabinet (that seemed to have whisky bottles lined up inside) and faced you. “What’re you on about now?”

You held out the ring to him, “This is a clue. It hadn’t been dropped on the deck by someone on the ship – someone in the water threw it on.”

“There’s not gonna be anyone in that water alive. There’s no one for miles. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head or something?”

He wasn’t ready to humour you just yet.

“I’m sure! This ring is totally a clue, you have to believe me! We were sent here for a purpose!” In your other hand, you showed him the scale, “And this is our way out!”

“Haah, I hate to burst your bubble but, are you really sure you didn’t hit your head? What if we go the same way we came, with a candle. It’s crazy but it’s not out the blue like that – wait, let me see that ring.” Hitoya, with his brow suddenly furrowed in concentration, took the ring from you and examined it. “Tch. I hate to say it, but I think I recognise this ring. I dunno if I like what it implies though…”

“What is it what is it what is it?!” Hearing about this was very exciting. “Your captain orders you to tell me!”

“Heh. Don’t get used to that, kid. Well, this ring looks like it belongs to someone we know. I don’t think we’re the only ones out here.”

“Get to the point!”

“You really can be like my kid,” Hitoya mumbled, “Alright. This looks like Kuko’s ring.”

“What?!”

“It’s a shot in the dark but, yeah. It’d be nice to see those two again, rather than bein’ stuck here.” Hitoya rubbed the back of his neck.

“Aww. Maybe you miss them.”

“Hmph. I’m not saying any more on that.” He crossed his arms, then spoke with a little more energy in his voice, clearly wanting to shift the subject: “Any leads on your end, captain?”

“I’ve got no clue. I… I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t fall overboard. I’m not jumpin’ in after you.” Hitoya said, knowing that he actually would jump in.

“Gotcha.” You left, going out to the deck to look around.

The sun was high in the sky, raining down an intense heat – it was about midday. As you stepped out, a gentle breeze blew away the cobwebs. The afternoon air was nice, although it was not helpful. It had been midday for a few hours. But the last time you saw the sky it was still orange, and you were sure that the sun had been setting. None of this made sense.

“Sparkly water, what does that even mean?” You pondered, pacing around the deck.

The ring and the scale sat in your pocket. You closed your eyes and focused on the smooth surface of the scale, trying to figure out what it all meant. As captain, leading the ship to its destination was your job, and it was even more important to keep your crew in check. That was hard to do when you didn’t know what you were here for.

“And a ring was thrown onto the deck. Even if it’s not Kuko’s, that’s pretty weird.”

Waves gently crashed against the side of the ship, which had been smoothly sailing itself for a while. A soft wind pushed the sails forward. The ocean was endless, with no islands in sight. There weren’t even any other ships. The horizon was visible from all angles, and from all sides. All except near the back. There was an odd contraption laying there, and upon further inspection, you had idea what it was. It looked like an old washtub connected to a wooden crane. There were no levers or cranks for a human to work it by, so you left it alone. For now, you stood near the side facing the sun. Watching the sunlight catch the peaks of little waves was mesmerising. You found yourself watching it for a while, forgetting about this whole ordeal.

Among the waves, there was a small patch of bubbling water. You strained to look at it – there was a pair of binoculars inside, but you didn’t want to move in case this anomaly went out of sight.

At first you thought it could have been mist from a whale’s blowhole, but it was too calm for that. The more you considered it, the more you thought it just looked like someone blowing bubbles underwater. Either way, your heart swelled upon seeing it. It struck you that this whole time you were staring out at sea, you hadn’t seen any wildlife at all – whatever this was, it was something that needed to be checked out by the ship’s captain.

“Ship!” You stood up straight and called out.

The ship’s sails flapped excitedly, like they were responding to you calling out them.

“I want to look at that patch of bubbles from the side, can you sail slowly over there?” Going full speed ahead would certainly sound cool, but approaching this with caution was a smarter move.

The ship lurched forward, obeying everything you told it to do, apart from the ‘slowly.’

“What the hell was that?” Hitoya scrambled onto the deck. He looked like a cat that had just had its nap disturbed.

“I’ve found something! Stay alert, matey!” You kept your eyes peeled and focused. The patch of bubbles split into two smaller patches. One was moving fairly quickly away from the other, but the other soon caught up. The ship, somehow defying the weak breeze, matched its pace with the bubbles.

“Stop, ship!” You braced yourself against the edge of the ship as it stopped. Yes! The water here was ever so slightly sparkly. It looked warm and inviting – you had to hold yourself back from jumping in.

“This seems like the place. You got a good eye, kid. Hey, is that a voice? Is someone drowning?!”

Hitoya was right – from the two patches of bubbles, there came two voices. Though you weren’t too far from them, they were barely audible.

You lowered a rope ladder off the side of the ship and took a few steps down it, hanging on just above the water. “Hey, is someone there? Do you need help?” You called out.

The voices stopped, and everything was quiet. With bated breath, you and Hitoya waited for a reply. Even the ship’s sails were still.

You were about to call again, when a long, red mass swam quickly through the water, creating ripples that splashed on your legs. Another mass was following behind it, though it wasn’t as temperamental as the first.

“Captain, it’s just a weird fish. Come back on board before you fall in.” Hitoya said. “I don’t want you gettin’ eaten.

You stayed right where you were: “No, we’ve come this far! And fish don’t let out bubbles.”

“Fine. It’s a tiny whale.”

“No! We’re staying here.”

Hitoya huffed and leant over to look.

“Listen to your captain, Hitoya.” A voice from under you said.

Your head whipped round to meet the source – it was Kuko! Or at least, it was his head that was peeking out of the water.

“Kuko! Come on board – don’t drown!” You held out your hand to help him up, barely registering the ‘how’ or ‘why’ of him being there.

“Nah thanks, I can’t exactly get up.”

You were about to ask what he meant when another familiar face popped up from the water – it was Jyushi!

“Jyushi! Why are you two in the ocean? And why do you look different? Come on board before you drown!”

“Hey, I hear ya.” Kuko rose up to the surface, just past his shoulders, so that he could freely talk with his hands and he spoke. “Yeah, shit’s different about us – we got other things to worry about first.”

Jyushi, however, only let his head come above water. “Aha! I’m so happy to see both of you again, ehe. I can’t wait to get home!”

“Get home? We can’t even get on the boat,” Kuko snapped.

“Uuuu… I know, but still,” Jyushi whined, and dejectedly blew bubbles under the water.

“You two,” Hitoya butted in, “Don’t keep us out of the loop. What’re you hiding from us?”

“Alright alright. Check this out!” Kuko grinned before diving down into the water and holding himself there, showing off his blue and purple… fish tail. In a flash, he righted himself again. “How’d’ya like that, huh? We’re mermaids – me and Jyushi!”

With your free hand, you took out the scale from your pocket and held it up – it was a match. “So this is from you? And your ring… How did that even happen?”

“Haah? We can talk about all that later. Just help us go home. I wanna get back to takin’ a nap.” Kuko was getting more frustrated by the second.

“I thought you were training today?” You innocently asked.

“Whatever.” Kuko frowned and turned his head.

Instead of his grown out shave, Kuko had long flowing hair like he had been growing it out for years. That long mass of red you saw earlier must have been all that hair. Jyushi was the same; he had no mullet anymore, just a waterfall of black hair.

Kuko must have seen you staring, because he called out to you: “Listen, I dunno if mermaid hairdressers exist but I know they’d have a hard time cleanin’ up all the cut hair when they’re floatin’ all about.” Kuko wasn’t too happy about detracting from the real issue, though he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear: “Kinda like it. Maybe one day.”

“It looks good on you!” You said.

“H-hey! Listen, kiddo. There are things more important than this, like how’re we gonna get up there? Figure that out, captain.”

“I don’t know…”

There was no way you could pull them up by hand – neither you nor Hitoya – and they couldn’t climb the rope ladder only by their arms (maybe Kuko could, but definitely not Jyushi).

The ships sails rattled impatiently. The ship… they needed to get on the ship. If only there was something made just for getting mermaids on the ship. But there was, you realised, thinking back over the past few hours: The strange contraption on the ship was made just for this!

“Ship! Lower the… tub thing… into the water!” You commanded the ship, and it answered.

With a few creaks, the ship turned the gears of the crane and lowered the tub into the water. The managed to swim inside and get settled with minimum fuss. Jyushi was having fun splashing his tub-mate with water, and Kuko was holding back from throwing Jyushi over the side. Soon, the two boys were on board, and lounging in the tub as the ship sailed forth.

Or, you would be going forth, but you didn’t know where you were going.

“Oi, Captain,” Hitoya said, “Where are we headed? If you don’t mind, your first mate here is gonna hit the hay.”

You were starting to feel sleepy yourself. “I’ll join you. I’m tired after all that.”

A loud whine came from behind you, which ended as a yawn. Of course, it was Jyushi. “Uuu… don’t leave me out here with Kuko… He might…”

“What?” Kuko butted in, “Worried I’ll make ya train here? In this boat, as mermaids? Nah. I’m gonna take a nap.” He rested his arms on the rim of the tub and let his head lull back. In almost no time, he was snoring.

You looked to Jyushi, preparing to go and comfort him, only to find that he was fast asleep too. Hitoya had already gone to his quarters so you assumed that he was asleep too. The afternoon was warm, so you could understand why everyone dozed off so quickly. Sitting down on the deck with your back resting against a barrel, you soon fell asleep. You didn’t remember if you were there long, but the sounds of the waves and having everyone safe on board made it easy to rest.

Though you were the last to fall asleep, you were the last one to wake up.

The cabinet behind your head, and the carpet you were sitting on… it was familiar. You were in Hitoya’s office.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Kuko was peering down at you.

“Huh?” You rubbed your eyes and fully woke up, “Was that all a dream? I don’t remember falling asleep.”

“It was real, kid.” Hitoya offered his hand and helped you stand up. “How, or why, did this even happen?”

“M… maybe it was all a freaky dream! That was all had at the same time!” Jyushi said, but his idea was quickly shut down.

“I dunno. I was takin’ a nap, then I fell into the water.” Kuko said, as nonchalantly as if he was telling you what he had for breakfast. “I don’t think worrying about the ‘how’ or ‘why’ will do us any good, guys.”

“Me too… I took a nap… I mean –! I was really tired after band practice and… and…!” Jyushi looked like he was about to make another ocean with his tears, “I wasn’t being lazy… oh… I hope Amanda isn’t lonely without me…”

Kuko clicked his tongue in annoyance as Jyushi whimpered, Hitoya sighing at both of them. Things were well and truly back to normal. Everyone was in their rightful place.

Out on that strange ocean, where time didn’t move in a regular fashion, it would have been so lonely if you were taken there by yourself. You were glad that you weren’t alone, even if the meaning of it all didn’t make sense. You were all back, so why did you have a feeling that you’d left something behind? Was everyone here?

Even without the help of the captain’s hat, you figured out what you left behind: “We never got to find out the ship’s name… It was kinda cute, like a big puppy! Ships all have names, don’t they? Maybe we could name it!”

“Be thankful we all got back in one piece. Don’t go worrying about a boat.” Hitoya sighed, again.

“Right. Um… happy father’s day…?” You weren’t sure if it was still that day.

In the real world, not much time had passed, so it was now around lunch time, despite it feeling like a whole day had passed.

“Heh. Thanks. What do you all say we go out for food? I’m starving.” A chorus of “Yes!” went around, which made Hitoya crack a smile. “Great. You guys argue and pick something.”

“Hitoya, it’s your day, you pick!” You insisted. It was nice that he didn’t dismiss the whole father’s day thing after all.

“Still hung up over that, huh? Alright. I could go for anything right now. Apart from seafood… huh?” Hitoya apparently noticed something new on his desk. “What’s this? Did you get me this?”

“No, what is it?”

Hitoya picked it up and showed everyone. It was a snow globe, with a tiny model ship sitting in the middle. Around the base, ‘The Chiroptera’ was engraved. The ship was alone in its miniature ocean. When he shook it, little blue flecks flew around, with the occasional fleck of glitter.

And if you looked close enough, the sails were flapping.

#hypmic #bad ass temple #hitoya amaguni #reader insert #mystery prompts #kuko harai #jyushi aimono #hypnosis mic

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strange-changes-ln · 3 years

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“Strange Changes.”

Chapter Three: “Late At Night.”

Pacing. Holding his head, his mind racing. This is- this is IMPOSSIBLE. He has to be dreaming, he- he COULDN’T SEE after the incident, they- they RIPPED his eyes out! How was this happening-??

He had abruptly shut the television off and exited the room as fast as possible. Left the poor kid hanging.

That- That doesn’t matter. He kept trying methods to try and wake himself up. C’mon, Roger, stop dreaming! That- that kid might’ve been apart of this dream too…

Wake up.

WAKE UP.

You AREN’T able- or even supposed to see, this isn’t real! This is NOT REAL. Snap out of it, you-

He swerves into a bookshelf, unconsciously. Books, small items fell from the wooden holders. He backed away, blinking. He immediately went to the other side, and started to pick up all of the things that had fallen. He…paused to eye a book. It was…he can’t remember what it was about. It was dusty. A maroon, hard-covered, dusty book. Before- carefully settling it back with everything else. He rubs his eyes, what- what’s going ON..

..Is- Is this not a dream?? Is- this actually happening..? He can…he can see…

..He quietly laughed, smiling a tiny bit. Despite the immense confusion, he was… he missed this for so long…

aH- NO. No. He shook his head, that tiny bit of bliss snapping away. This isn’t logical, this isn’t normal- then again…nothing is- b-but THIS-

His chest expanded, and shrank back as he breathed at a quick pace. He turned to exit the room, his thoughts still spiraling along in his mind. Okay- this isn’t a dream, this isn’t a dream.

This…isn’t… a dream.

…

He- won’t focus on that for now. Despite it being both a miracle, and a bug in nature, he’ll just- try and remember what he had to. Think..

He could go check on the children. Yeah.. that’ll work.

. . .

Shoot. He’s getting the feeling he’s being watched again. Just- Just ignore it, Roger. It’s fine. It’s nothing. It’s fine. It’s alright. You’re being paranoid.

. . . He- hopes so at least.

It had been at least half an hour, and he STILL felt as if he was being- WATCHED. He kept looking around, actually trying to see what could possibly have been watching him, but there was nothing. It wasn’t as weird when he was around the kids, as they kind of eyed him once he had taken a bit of care of them- but even THEN, the feeling wouldn’t go away. He turned around, nothing. How long was this going keep up? It couldn’t keep going forever.

. . .

That’s what he thought until another few hours past, and he still, felt it. It’s getting darker, and darker by now. He- still needs to get things done, he still hasn’t- UGH! He audibly groaned into his hands. He’s- he’s just gonna have to wait until tomorrow. God, the boat’s gonna be here soon, and sure he’s- semi prepared, but semi isn’t enough!

..No— no, this can’t wait until tomorrow.

But- sure it can! He can just- get up early, and-

N-No— he has to do it now. At least some of it. It’s the least he can possibly do right now.

But it’s getting late, and he’s gonna need that energy for tomorrow.

..Why is he so torn?? Just pick the sensible option and go with that!

…

He swears, he’s gonna drive himself temporarily mad if he keeps going like this. He huffs, okay. He’ll come to a compromise with himself; he’ll send a few packages up where he needed to take them, and…and the rest can wait for another day.

..Yeah. That sits with him well. He remembers he had left those packages in his little living quarters. In the corner. He’ll go get them.

Walking along, rubbing one of his eyes with a hand. He’s- still so bewildered by this- sight. He can see again!

But..But how? It’s not like blind people getting their sight back is a normal thing, especially if they got their own eyes ripped out of their head.

That was… bad. It hurt. It hurt a lot. It’s not like they cared.

…

Actually let’s not think about that anymore!!!

It’s not worth even mentioning at all anyways, heheheh-

Heh…

…

He blanks out. So much so, that his unaware self bumped into his own door on accident. He stumbled back. Ow.

You know what? Whatever, it’s fine. He’s over it. He twists the knob on the door, and pushes it open. Ah yes, his room. His solitude. It’s wonderful. In the far, right corner, he sees-

Aha! The packages. Just where they were. Perfect. He goes over, and takes them into his arms. This is fine.

Totally.

Just leaving out of his room, beginning to head to where he was supposed to take them. Most of them were for the Kitchen, but… there’s one. A small box.

For the Lady.

He doesn’t know what it’s for, but- it was kind of out of nowhere. Nobody knows why it was sent, but…geez, he doesn’t think he should said this one to her right now. Especially when it’s rather dark outside by now.

That’s just- eugh. He doesn’t wanna risk it, but at the same time— maybe to get it out of the way, he can check..?

The thought makes him kind of nervous, but- he might…as well? Hm.

Over time, he went through elevator by elevator, until he made it up to the Kitchen. He begins towards the work-premises of the Chefs, humming the ‘Veronica’ song a bit. Surprisingly— he spotted Marcus. He was still working. Huh. He kind of expected to not see him, but- here they are.

” Hey, uh- Marc. “ Roger waved, squinting just a bit. Having not seen in…a while, the bright light of the Kitchen was…jarring. The chef paused, and turned towards the entering employee. He blinked.

“ ..Roger? What’re you doing here?- “ He stops what he’s doing all together, and approaches the shorter man. He…seems to look confused, upon getting a closer look at him. “ ..Jesus, what happened to your eyes? They’re just- gone. “ He sounded concerned. Wait—oh- uh- he- forgot about that. Uh, shoot.

” ..Uhh… yeah, something, um-uh— happened one time, when I was younger, and- y-y’know how some people are, eheheh- ah- “ He did not like talking about the empty, black sockets he once- and sort of now considers his eyes. “ Some people got together, and uh…d-did a number on me. Now, I- don’t have any eyes, ha! “ Trying to laugh it off as much as it makes him uncomfortable.

Marcus… narrowed his eyes, he didn’t get why he was laughing this off. “ ..Who? “

” ..u-uh…w-what..? “ The awkward toned worker glanced to the side, though it would’ve been hard to tell to someone else, since, he…doesn’t have pupils. Christ, why didn’t he pull the skin back down earlier??? Marcus, just take the damn packages and don’t make me stand here and stumble on my words like an idiot about this.

“ Who did that to you? They sound like jerks. “ The chef interrogated. Roger…simply stammered, why was this a conversation they were having.

“ Ahhh—w-well- it was a long time ago, I-I don’t know even know what they look like right now, I was pretty young.. w-when that happened, heh- uh— just a group of citizens who didn’t enjoy my existence and- uh- a-and decided to take it out on me! B-But it’s nothing, it’s fine, it’s in the past now, we don’t have to keep going on about it, it’s just a waste of time, c-can you just take th-the packages so I can go, this is really taking up the night, and we both gotta-um- get some rest!-Ahahaaha- “

“ Roger, for the love of god, slow down. Jeez, what’s making you so jumpy?? “ Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose.

The Janitor- looked down, at this point, embarrassed.

“ ..Sorry- I- don’t like talking about this stuff, Y’know..? “ Looking to the side, he holds out the packages. “ Just- take these already, okay? I forgot to give them to you before. “

Marcus.. casually took them from his co-worker’s grasp. “ Right. What made you forget, exactly? These were supposed to be sent to me ages ago, man! “ He frowned, glaring at Roger.

” ..fell asleep. Was watching tv. Met— “ He stopped himself at ‘met.’ Nono, he didn’t need to know about Mono. But the Chef had already caught it, and asked-

“ ..Met who? “

…Of course he had to catch it, Roger thought.

” ..nobody. Nobody important. “ This is getting ridiculous, the longer they stand here, the less things get done, and the less things they get done, the less prepared they’ll be when the boat arrives, and if they aren’t all-the-way prepared, something is bound to go wrong, and the Lady’s gonna have their heads.

“ ..Somebody, Roger. Did someone else get into the damn ship somehow? Are they still roaming, did you- “

” I said it was nobody important. “ The Janitor huffed. Eyeing the pile of packages.

“ ..Alright, sheesh. “ Marcus rolled his eyes and started walking away, off to the second intersecting room. The former blind man blanked out for a second, before snapping back into awareness, blinking. Wait. Did he-

He left the smaller package on the pile, oh my god-

“ -Hey- wait up! “ He quickly followed behind. He’s so scattershot right now, it’s unbelievable.

” -What?? You’re halting time here. “ Marcus puffed, turning around and beginning to stare his co-worker down.

“ Wh— “ Roger was going to protest, but he just brushed it off. “ Okay-sure-whatever- I need this. “ Snatching the smaller box from atop the pile. “ ..Uhh.. where’s your brother? “

” Thomas? He’s asleep, I told him I could take over. And.. is that the- “

” Yeah. The package for the Lady. I- I don’t know if I should go now, or wait… “ He still contemplated. He thought he was going to bring it to her tonight but… he’s hesitant. The older Chef sucked a breath through his teeth. Just saying-

“ ..I’m not gonna lie, Roger; you might just wanna wait. “

“ I know, but— maybe I can just get it out of the way real fast. “

“ But do you realize that could probably actually be a bad idea. “

“ I- uh-huh, yeah— I dunno. “

…

There’s an awkward silence for a moment. They both glanced at each other, and at the ground every few seconds. Marcus had his face all scrunched up in thought. Were people outside the Maw really that bad?? He and Thomas don’t even know, or remember what it’s like out there. They’ve only known this place most of their lives. But Roger…definitely seemed to have it a different way than from he and his brother. He’s lived outside before, for more of his life. And.. that happened. The eyeballs-being-gone thing.

Sheesh.

Meanwhile Roger had a point blank expression. He didn’t know what he was even thinking. Everything’s tangled up. Scrambled. There’s not much to say.

” … “

“ ..should I go send it up now, or.. “

“ —Ugh. You do what you want, I guess. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. “ Marcus once again rolled his eyes.

Mhm. Right. Roger scooted around him, and head off. Is he seriously doing this? Should he turn around?? He’s already going forward. But he’s not too far, he just left! He can just-

..Y’know what? No. He’s- he’s just gonna do it. Get it done, out of the way, never gonna do again. Possibly.

…He’s curious, anyways.

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